Chadstone pressed closer, desperate for her warmth. He wanted to feel her heartbeat, to revel in her living, breathing, being - and he came up short. Something pained him, pressed against his chest, cold and hard and --
The stone. The single shard of crystal carved with runes.
His name.
His existence.
The moment shattered.
Dakshana jerked back. Her golden eyes were wide with shock and fear - and anger. She brought a hand across his face, loud, the sound percussive with force, and he let her.
“How dare you!”
He stepped back, smirked, and felt indestructible and brittle. “Who will you save?”
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