pace, show him and tell him how far she
wished to go. But not that final joining, not
yet.
Something for them both to live for—that
was their unspoken vow.
She reeked of Valg blood, but Aedion still
pressed another kiss to Lysandra’s temple
before he looked back at Rolfe. The Pirate
Lord smiled grimly.
Well aware that these would likely be their
final days. Hours.
The Mycenian warrior aimed her firelance
again, and the lingering Valg tumbled away
into the darkness, little more than melted
bones and fluttering cloth.
“That’s the last of it,” Rolfe said quietly.
It took Aedion a heartbeat to realize he
didn’t mean the final soldier of the evening.
The Mycenian warrior set down her
firelance with a heavy, metallic thud.
lily
(lily)
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