“Then devour,” I whispered. “But you’d better leave room for me to devour you back.”
“To scream.”
“You left me my breath.”
Not of his enemies.
It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again.
“Then devour,” I whispered. “But you’d better leave room for me to devour you back.”
“To scream.”
“You left me my breath.”
Not of his enemies.
It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again.
“Then devour,” I whispered. “But you’d better leave room for me to devour you back.”
“To scream.”
“You left me my breath.”
Not of his enemies.
It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again. When he takes -Fallen god 2- - Gabrielle Sands