The Inquisitor's Pet: A Cage of Silver and Sins
of burning hair t
ough the crack. My mother looked so small, a fragile slip of grey linen against the stake. The H
r lips moving in a silent, desperate command: Hide,
wore the black robes of the Inquisition, a silver cross catching the firelight. He turned
us
thmic, deathly clink against the cobblestones. "Found you, little witch," he w
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air, but my lungs felt like they were filled with hot ash. I was drenched i
olten lead, surging through my veins with a pressure that threa
he difference between the dream and the room. I felt the collar tightening, a band of ice trying to choke a fire that wouldn't die.
please, don'
A
dark silhouette surged into
night like a different kind of battlefield. He saw me huddled in the corner of th
nd, pinning them against the sheets w
on was a smear of red and black. "Don't
slammed into his ribs, but he didn't even grunt. He was a mountain of solid muscle
crushing s
forcing the air out of my lungs. The contrast was a violent shock
ommanding rumble that cut through the panic. "There is no fir
akened, my breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. My pupils final
h. Only
my voice was a
's
his thighs locking mine in place. I could feel the
he fire in my blood stil
s bare, icy palm against my forehead. Biting, glorious ice. I chased the sensation instinct
the lapel of his silk robe, my knuckles
tood still, his hand anchored to my face. For a long, silent
whispered. His voice was so
and pulling me-duvet and all-into t
e was a steady drain, siphoning the fever from my marrow. I curled into him, my nose pressed
f the overload finally faded, l
in. My leg hooked over his waist, and my hand slid beneath the hem o
ined breath. His entire body tu
.Fu
e shadows of sleep to care about his dignity, or mine. I just hel