CHAPTER Eighteen – The Watcher in the Flame.

Damon’s POV

The wind tasted different when she trained.

There was something raw about it, like iron and fire. Like the first scream of a newborn tossed into battle. Ava moved across the clearing with a blade in one hand, sweat trailing down her temple, her body tense and bruised. But she never sto...

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