Chapter 10 The Heat Of A Dying Flame
- The fire wouldn’t stop.
- Not the one in the hearth—but the one under Espen’s skin. The one crawling through her blood like molten glass. She couldn’t scream. Couldn’t flail. Could barely even breathe.
- She lay on Mikko’s bed, drenched in sweat, sheets soaked beneath her. The dragon—her dragon—curled beside her chest, whimpering softly, helpless.