I’m a little past the 2/3 mark on this WIP. I’m looking to wrap up the first draft in about two weeks.
Not too shabby. 😉
More blood bubbled from his neck and wet his shirtfront. I tossed aside the blade and heard it clatter, a distant annoyance that broke the rhythm of my chant. Louder and louder my voice climbed as I used his blood to ink runes on his skin. The empty well where my power resided overflowed as Zaniah accepted my offering. Her pleasure was a purr in the back of my mind, the restoration of my powers a temporary boon.
Masculine fingers dug into my skin, but Dillon couldn’t sway me from my course.
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