Chapter One Hundred & Eight

Nora's P.O.V

The smoke stung my lungs, but I didn’t blink.

I didn’t move.

Green fire still curled lazily around my forearms, not wild anymore—contained. Listening.

They forced him to his knees in the gravel, hands restrained behind his back. Blood trickled from a cut along his temple, but he did...

Login and Continue Reading