WIP Wednesday

From a little novella that I love to death, but am struggling to finish.


All That Is Precious

“Stop this.” I put myself beyond his reach, rather than continue to fight. His breath is rough, the shake in his hands a signal of intense pain. “Are you that anxious for death?”“At least then I would be with Marcus.” He stops, biting the words off sharp enough to draw blood. The confusion I had put aside, rises. I thought I knew the challenges that would face me. Persuading a westerner to honor our tr...