chapter 28
Author: Deenah writes
last update2026-07-02 08:10:59

The back of my head felt like someone had driven a copper spike straight through the skull and into the stone floor below.

I did not open my eyes because the purple light behind my eyelids was already burning. Logan was breathing right next to me, his chest heaving in that slow, heavy rhythm he used to keep his scales from ripping through his skin. But the screams were inside my own mind, echoing from a throat that had been dead for ten thousand years.

Are you seeing this, Vivienne? Logan whisp
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