Chapter 70
The circle burned. It wasn’t just light or heat — it was an ache that bit into Tessa’s bones, a pressure that coiled through her blood and pressed down on the wolf inside her chest until it whimpered and clawed uselessly. She tried to breathe, but every inhale was sharp, threaded with the metallic sting of Dorian’s power. “You feel that?” Dorian’s voice cut through the smoke curling around the edges of the ward. His golden eyes gleamed, almost amused. “That’s my magic. It tastes your fear, your bond, your weakness. You can’t fight me in here, Tessa. Not without tearing yourself apart.” Her hands trembled, not from fear but from fury. “You don’t know me.” “Oh, I do.” He stepped closer, his boots whispering against the stone floor. “You’re fire wrapped in fragile skin. That bond of yours
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