A Curse of Blood & Stone (Fate & Flame 2)
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Zander
Ileap out of the way, but not fast enough.
The grif’s tail catches my shoulder, sending my sword flying one way and my body another. I crash into the ground, the impact like colliding with a stone wall. I struggle to regain my focus.
“Zander!” Abarrane’s shriek is the only warning I have before I see the deadly spear driving toward my chest.
Nothing can protect me now—not my elven make, not my noble blood, and surely not Malachi’s fire in my veins.
A shrill scream rattles my eardrums a split second before a brilliant white light blinds me from witnessing my impending doom.
Intense heat scorches my skin.