She caught me easily. I leaped, throwing my small body at her. Sophia was naked on the bed. Sophia was dedicated to Saphique. “Help me save my love!”
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Warlock Faoril
“I’m so sorry, Thrak,” I sobbed, kneeling beside his burnt corpse. But memory was subjective. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of her beneath me. Sophia rose on the bed, blinking, her eyes dazed. Sophia writhing on a bed. What? But I had to find the others. Why? It made my heart beat so fast. Ream her, my Husband. Keep coming to me,” I said. “Husband?” I whispered, a tear trickling down my cheek. I groaned as she leaned over and sucked on the tip. Angela’s sobs drifted out of it. Except Xandra. And jewels… She was dead. “Damn bitch,” he spat. Hollow bones. She sounded shattered. Shame and anger swirled together. Ecstasy. I ached to stay with her. “What has he done to you?”
A great anger seized me. It was a place for passion. And Faoril. So. Join me. I dived to my left, rolling across the stone and hitting a wall.
