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est. The night wind whipped my hair around my face, but I didn't feel the cold. The golden fire from my newly awak

ient building constructed entirely of white marble. The Sanctuary was open to everyone who had b

ers. His eyes softened with deep sorrow. He didn't ask what happened to the shattered urn. He simply hande

the resin, gluing the jagged pieces of black stone back together. The urn was whole again, but the ugly,

thing incense, watching the thin trail of blue smoke rise into the dark ceiling. "Once I have finalized my divorce, sev

uiet sorrow, the air in the Sanctu

biological terror, the kind a prey animal feels when an apex predator enters the clearing. The ambient light

bled violently in my chest. It resonated with the overwhelming power floodi

y lungs seizing, an

toned, revealing the faint, golden edges of a true dragon scale pattern resting over his collarbone. His long, silver hair fell like

y were the vertical, slitted pupils of a true dragon. T

m of Eldoria with that pure, untainted bloo

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e the marble floor hum with suppressed power. He stopped right in front of me

the Dragon King could be seen as a threat, and his pure white-go

e scarred urn; he looked right through me, peeling back my layers. He slowly raised

t his touch. It was incredibly intimate, yet terr

ding a shiver down my spine. He leaned in closer, invading my personal space. His nose br

t my ear. "You carry the scent of a newborn

against my ribs. He could sense it. He cou

razing my jawline. The touch was possessive,

main steady, refusing to look away from his predatory gaze despi

int, incredibly dangerous smir

, tasting my name on his to

fraction of a second longer than necessary, burning a memory into my

ped forward, realizing my plain dress was soaked in cold swea

stood up, and walked out of the Sanctuary. I had to get my affair