The Inquisitor's Pet: A Cage of Silver and Sins

y I could hear. On this rain-lashed night, the city of steam was a gargantuan tuning fork. Every

knuckles bone-white. The noise was driving me to the b

t was living tissue b

nt of sulfur. In a cramped attic next door, seven-year-ol

I barked at the sobbing mother

carving deeper with every spasm. Without magic, he was dead. I reached out, my finger

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thousand lit matches had been shoved into my veins. Magic Overload. My body temperatur

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silver tweezers. He gasped, air rushing back into his lungs, but I was falling apart. Every breath felt l

t. I was a walk

furnace in my blood roared louder. My heart hammered against my

inst soot-stained bricks, and s

g an aura of lethal dominance. I recoiled, but a heavy,

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my searing skin, and the collision of ice and fire sent a jolt of ele

d from above, raspy and laced with

city died, replaced by a singular, hungry hum. At hi

The Grand

broad enough to swallow the alley's light. But it was his eyes that froz

way, but his grip w

hysical touch over my flushed cheeks and the frantic rise of my chest. He stri

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uckling. The betrayal of my own biology was sickening; I found myself craving

rby. The air reeks of ozone." He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath a c

whispered, backing into th

ng me whole. With his other hand, he pulled a small copper object

ips curling into a smile that was b

his button-still warm from your skin-vibrating