CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The artifact pulsed violently beneath the chamber floor, molten light and shadow writhing like living fire. The air crackled with energy, so thick it pressed against our skin, setting our nerves alight. Lyra stood beside me, her chest heaving, pupils dilated, body trembling with the residual erotic surge from our previous battles. Every inch of her radiated desire, feeding the bond, feeding the artifact, feeding me.
Selunara appeared then, fully, impossibly tall, divine aura shimmering like molten silver and black flame. Her eyes burned straight into mine, and the air snapped with the raw intensity of her magic. “You dare… wield what belongs to me?” she hissed, voice a mixture of fury and amusement.
Lyra pressed herself against me instinctively, breasts against my chest
