“She flung out a hand. The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky.
He lifted a hand, as if in greeting.
A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her.
Not to attack—but to slow her down.
A wall, a shield, that she tore and plunged through.”
I wish Rhysand knew abi, who he helped.
— Nov 08, 2025 11:55AM
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