The Distant Whispers
Chapter One Ragna Nystrom pressed the vial against Kael’s lips. The glass was cold, slick with condensation, and it bit into the meat of her thumb. She held his head back with her other hand, feeling the wet heat of his breath against her knuckles. The rotunda of the Glass Citadel hummed, a low vibration that traveled up through the soles of her boots and settled in her teeth. Outside, the...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews