4: Fierceness
Brennan’s fingers ached to move, to do anything but remain curled over the hilt of his sword. He could barely see Leneah bathed in moonlight, standing in front of the silent, looming mausoleum. The silvery illumination deepened the color of her hair to almost blood-red. The sweat on his skin chilled, and the night darkened […]
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