Chapter 81 Scorched Echoes
- They didn’t speak for a while.
- Not because there was nothing to say—but because the silence between them was finally easy. Earned. Their bodies tangled together at the edge of a broken wall, the only warmth between them the flush still rising from their skin and the lazy glide of Mikko’s hand over her thigh.
- Espen rested against his chest, heart still stammering in the aftermath, her cheek pressed to the curve of his shoulder. Somewhere outside, her dragon stretched its wings and sent up a lazy column of smoke, as if thoroughly unimpressed by the humans still tangled in the ruins.