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EMBER Bones ache. Like cracked ice. Cold. Rattle. Rattle. Rattle. Stench chokes. What ... oh. Iron. Rust. Wet? No. No. Blood. Sticky. On hands. Face. Teeth. Alive. Still. So, breathe. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Don't be afraid, sprite. It does you no good and it makes you stupid. Swallow
Re-living the night that changed him and his brothers forever wouldn’t be pleasant. But the worst thing would be remembering how he lost Alaya, his mate, his heart, forever.
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Alaya wouldn’t wish her loneliness on anyone, especially not Darrius. For him, she wanted him to be deliriously happy. Even if it was without her.
