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CHAPTER 78: The Light Between Us

Author: C. JAMES
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-15 23:28:21

Kyara's POV

Eric's light flickered dimly in my arms, and his breathing was feeble. His blood felt warm on my shaking palms, and for the first time in my life, I realized what it was to be powerless. The stranger's comments reverberated in the shattered air around us, nasty and merciless.

Save him, or save yourself.

The hideous beast drew closer, its blazing eyes echoing the confusion in my emotions. My brand pulsed on my wrist like a second heartbeat, seeking something I was not prepared to give. Every instinct screamed for me to go, to survive, but the thought of leaving Eric behind devastated me more than the earth beneath my feet.

Eric's brilliant eyes met me. His voice was scarcely audible, each syllable a strain. "Kyara, don't." "Do not let him control you."

Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I shook my head forcefully. "Do you think I'll let you go?" After everything? No. I, not him, will decide what happens next. My voice broke, but I intended every word.

The guy stared at us, un
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