Ashes and Silver: Reborn to Save My Dragon Mate

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that memory, then drink the calming

avy silence of the stone therapy room

ntirely with the man

a sedative. Br

ve at once, on

n times," Eva said softly, her dark wa

lski. If your mind rejects the final sequence again, the psy

I snapped. "I'm goin

out by weeks of

d her poli

ranite basin carved with runes drifted across

a pool of mercu

lungs," Ev

r wand to my

d, a sharp chill sl

drew a shimmering silver thr

cobweb before falling into the

e stone, an uninvited face flash

ings, the star chaser of the skyball pitch whom I

on turned my stomach, and I squeezed

," Eva whispered. "Do

d dipped my face in

soil and bitter wolfsbane flooded

ray fog dispersed, revealing the parlor of our sma

returned to

ching my yo

ling cloak lined with gold-the pr

hen latc

ked into t

clenche

star-mist brew, his knuckles red a

nstant washing, with frayed threads hang

gile, his tall, lean fram

lifted h

e ancient, unyielding mark of D

but endless, bot

her voice cold as biting fros

h into her cloak and pull out

with the Magic Council's crest

mmed the parchment onto t

nt begins tomorrow. Once you step into that arena as W

t glance at t

remained fixed f

aint tremor, forcing

" he

the hearth's crackle, yet it pi

l. "I never wanted to be bound to a penniless Dragonkin, whose family owes blood

ed to

g at my younger self's shoulders, desperat

could never

r! Don't let her finish!" I begged, yet

paper in agonized sil

d out his ink-stained hand, picked up the eagle quil

ht," he

accelerated

urred into st

g crowds drowned ou

of the grand arena, the banners of

rned with sulfur a

g roar spl

driven mad by a rogue binding cur

ss the lower student stands-straight to

no, a dark figure aba

draw his wand t

impl

his frail body over my past self and lock

burning skin f

ough the memory, scorchin

ear, his hot, thick blood spla

e utter

ered into jagged

asping for breath, until I collapsed

llar of my dress, my hai

glass of water. "Trauma severs the connection the moment impact o

. "He died saving a woman who discarded him like trash. I have to

hand resting on my trembling shoulder.

not

clinic, and walked through the cold, drizz

ulled Emmett's worn, faded em

ushed sage, dry ink, and a

my tears soaking through the fabric. "Please, what