Chapter 110: A Life for a Life

Elara's POV

The cellar was quiet.

I could hear the dry hay compressing beneath his convulsing body, and the low, doubled growl rising from deep in his throat — two voices tangled into one. And beneath it all, that heartbeat. Heavy. Deliberate.

Thoom.

Thoom.

It was taking over. With each bea...

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