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SIXTY-NINE | MOONLIGHT AND FIRE
Lily
Morvand’s cold, bony fingers locked around Lily’s arm. He yanked her down the path to the cells without a word, his brows pinched and his mind lost in thought. Lily took it as a small blessing; his words were either condescending or cruel, and she had no time for either such conversations.Her own brain was spinning with half-baked plots and plans to free not only herself, but Eryne as well. She was a victim of Red Ripper just as she was, and Lily had no intention of leaving her, quite literally, to the wolves. If she wouldn’t allow her to staunch her bleeding or check her injuries, then Lily would set to work creating a plan to rip her from Red Ripper’s greedy grip.
Lily was so distracted that she almost didn’t feel the way her heart started to beat faster. She was so distracted that she almost missed the blooming sensation in her chest, the second heartbeat echoing hers ricocheting against her ribs.
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