Not once in my life had I ever openly and willingly admitted to fear, it wasn’t in my nature or maybe because I have never encountered real fear before, not even the fear of death because I didn’t fear death. Fear shouldn’t exist for Liand Draven’s son but here I was trembling at the mere thought that there was something else living inside me.
He stared at my chest. The rune shifted under my skin just a slight ripple but enough to make Kiyan slap a hand over his mouth like he might scream.
“That’s what it does,” I said quietly. “Anything that tries to hurt me turns to dust. Zig was sparring with me today and his weapon was weighted so much, it almost crushed him. Anything that gets too close either disintegrates or it burns me from the inside. I’m a walking curse, Kiyan.”
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