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“Don’t come at me with that fire, Milaje. Not unless you’re ready to be torn to shreds. And I don’t mean your body—I mean your fucking soul,”
“These right here?” he rumbles, tapping my ribs with the tips of his fingers. “We’re both tucked beneath them. Stuck in this fragile cage together.” “Then break out,” I plead. “Set me free, Rhordyn!”
“I’ll give you anything, Orlaith. Anything but that. Don’t ask again.”
The power did not pick and choose. It just ... did. It killed.
The Vruks didn’t slaughter everyone that day. They simply caught the scent of a sizzling meal and came running to gorge on the carnage
Ohoho shit
