More, more, begged the sword. Rua’s eyes filled with white lightning. A blissful feeling swept over her as her blade danced through the air. The intoxicating feeling filled her body with molten gold. She kept going, kept hacking, a smile beginning to pull up at the corners of her lips. A hand wrapped around her torso and pulled her back against a hard chest. “Gods, Rua. Stop.” Renwick’s voice sounded far away as he breathed into her hair.
