Reborn To Save My Dragonkin Mate

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ft wrist, lingering on the faint, pa

with an enchanted silver blad

living in an empty house

een her fingers. "The Pensieve is not a tool for self-flagellation, Mrs. Kowalski. If your mind rej

ving against the tight velvet collar of my mou

worn thin by weeks

d her poli

ne-carved basin of dark granite drifted across the

ight mist swirled sluggishly, g

," Eva instructed

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ing a sharp shiver do

he drew a shimmering thread of

cobweb before dropping into the b

tone surface, an unbidden face flas

ing wings, the star chaser of the skyball pitch whom

pathetic devotion made

es shut, choking

," Eva whispered. "Do

hrusting my face in

arth, and bitter wolfsbane rushed

ray mist resolved into the living room of our sma

ray flames, casting long, melanch

there, watching

ling cloak lined with gold-the p

lently snapping shut the

at, that frantic, poisoned urgency to get ou

hen latc

pped into

ng against my ribs so h

ug of star-mist brew, his knuckles

d fabric faded to a dull moss at the cuffs, frayed thr

g, so fragile, his tall, lean

e look

ancient, unyielding mark of the D

no anger

stillness that made my

voice ringing out like a frostbite

o my cloak and produce a r

est of the Council of Magic-

pped the parchment onto t

ment begins tomorrow. Once you step into that arena as

not look at

s remained fix

antly suppressed, passe

" he

an the crackle of the hearth,

. "I never wanted to be tied to a destitute, disgraced Dragonkin whose family owes

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ds clawing at my younger self's shoulders, d

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r! Don't let her say it!" I begged, my

he paper for a lon

uttered and died

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s fell like a fa

tured into jagg

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llar of my dress, plaste

ss of water. "The trauma severs the connection at the exact moment o

s bloomed behind my lids. "He saved a woman who threw him away like trash. I ha

nd warm on my shaking shoulder. "Rest.

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ing Emmett's worn, faded emera

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y tears soaking through the fabric. "Please, by wha