27. Thorn in the Flesh

~Ciro Thalos Drevyn~

The acrid stench of blood clung to me like a second skin pouring onto the sheets of the bed in my second bed chamber.

The fire of my temper hadn’t ebbed. It was still crawling beneath my skin, hissing, demanding release. And for the first time in a long while, I couldn’t t...

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