This will be my last share from Eversworn. It will be subbed bright and early tomorrow.

Then, on to the next project!

He couldn’t make up his damn mind, because his brain had switched offline ten minutes ago.

The first tentative brush of her tongue lit his skin on fire. Sweat popped along his upper lip and ran from his forehead into his eyes. He blinked to clear his vision and let his head fall back against the wall. Thumped it a few times for good measure. Another lick of pain flared where her teeth met tight buds and tugged hard enough his gut clenched.

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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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