Vanessa wanted
Draven’s curse was crushing him, tearing at his veins, heating his blood past breaking.
His magic flared, gold eyes bleeding into blazing red.
The air thickened with heat and power.
Stones cracked under his feet.
He was losing control.
Kael lunged forward. “My king, shift! You’re burning up!”
Vanessa didn’t think. She moved.
She pressed her palm to Draven’s chest.
His power slammed into her, wild, scorching, overwhelming.
She gasped as her healing surged, pouring into him, cooling the fire, forcing the dragon back.
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