CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The chamber was quiet, almost serene, though the air still shimmered with the residual energy of the artifact. Molten gold and black shadows twisted slowly along the cracked floor, arcs of power lingering in the walls like embers after a firestorm. Lyra lay against me, sweat-damp hair plastered to her skin, chest rising and falling rapidly, golden eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and lingering lust.
I traced my hand along her spine, letting the bond pulse between us, every flicker of magic singing through me, every shiver of her body amplifying it. “You feel it too, don’t you?” I murmured, lips brushing her temple. “The bond… it’s stronger than ever.”
Lyra shivered violently, arching slightly against me. “Kael… it’s… it’s insane. I can still feel every spark, every pulse
