Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

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ugh the haze was a woman's

aw her sneak in with

my lips. Cammie. You

ody aching. I looked dow

on me, no longer filled with need, but with the cold, clea

aze without

g torches that cast dancing, monstrous shadows on the ice walls, burs

use Carlisle, and she had always been jealous of my pos

families, their faces pinched with disapproval,

ded on us. On our tangled

d gasps rippled

ring, their voices dripping with sco

aced the Car

but her eyes were gleaming with victory. "Sister! H

d dagger, painting me as a slut

as still in. I searched the memories of the original

confirming something. Our eyes met,

s a low rumble, laced with

kne

ng the sheer weight of his presence, I knew him. Only one

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the kingdom you absolutely do not fuc

them intensified. A disgraced, dragonl

epped forward, pointing a finger at me. "Seraphina, you're caught. What more can you say? You'

elf-righteous fury. They began to sh

ap. I straightened my torn dress, my movemen

rast to their hysteria.

patterned tunic together, and an invisible wave of pressure,

he man behind me. "You harlot!" she shrieked. "Show us the face o

y arm and pull me away, to exp

tered my eyes. I

moved

y lifted his head and pin

ed the weight of glaciers and the chill of the v

primal fear clutching at their throats, a tremor that ran deeper than thou

ribly wrong. Her gaze trembled, shifting

that launched a thousand fantasies in every woman

od drained from her face, leav

ed, but no s

ot a clear look. A chorus of choked, s

ad, terrif