Chadstone pulled back before he did something he’d regret, before he unspooled more of his soul for her to tangle and knot in her own delicate web. Even if he was no human, had no heart, he must have had a soul, because stone and shadow could not hurt as he did then, with the core-wracking heaves of an earthquake.
Dakshana’s eyes opened slowly, and she gazed at him as if drunken on his touch. He ached to hold her forever, but he had to work fast if he wanted to save her.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
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