Chapter 89

Damon

The sting of steel against my wrist felt good. Clean. Honest.

I pivoted, blade arcing low, slamming into Ronan’s guard hard enough to rattle bone. He grunted, deflected, and shoved back, sweat glistening along his brow.

Our boots scraped violently against the stone floor of the private trai...

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