"Selvara," Kael said, voice edged. "Your turn."
Her golden eyes flared. She growled low, deep in her chest. "I need your touch."
Elias flinched, his face blanching.
Selvara’s glare snapped to him, sharp as fangs. "The only thing that keeps my hunger from swallowing me whole is you, Kael. You warned me once—said Elias was off limits. So I stayed away. But the craving—it’s worse now. You know it."
Elias scrambled forward, palms pressed together like prayer. "Please—please don’t kill me—I didn’t mean—Kael, I swear—I didn’t know—"
Selvara bared her teeth, snarling. "Pathetic."
Kael’s hand lifted, silencing them both. His mind was already piecing it together. Crimora’s fire. Lyra’s vines. Selvara’s hunger. Carla’s fading corruption. All of it tied to him. To intimacy. To connection.
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