Chapter 32 When the World Chooses Blood

The boy stirred in his sleep, murmuring nonsense words that made the flames dance in time with his breath. Drake reached over and rested a hand near the child’s wrist; the mark dimmed.

“How are you doing that?” I asked.

“I’m not. The bond is.”

“You say that like it’s someone else.”

“Sometimes,” ...

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