Chapter 150: Vulnerabilities and the Drums of War

Elora's POV

Darian's arms locked around me like two bars of forged iron, tight enough to crack the ribs I had only just begun to feel again. The scent of blood clung to him — heady and aged, like wine left too long in the cask — and his ragged breath fell warm against the hollow of my neck. His cri...

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