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The SECOND BOOK of Is it Series.
But Ara-
Ara was breaking.
Not gently.
Not quietly.
She was coming apart in front of him, and the sight cut through him like a blade.
Her knees buckled. Her magic cracked.
Tremors ripped through her.
A choking cough tore free, blood spilling past her lips. Her fingers twitched for air that wouldn't come. Darkness swallowed her vision.
Nature demanded its price.
And she-always the one who carried what no one else could-paid it alone.
Until he moved.
Silent.
Deadly.
Relentless.
He caught her before the floor could. She fell into him with a shuddering breath-weightless, burning, breaking. Every inhale was a losing fight.
His heart slammed.
His control shattered.
"No."
The word hit the air like a command to fate itself.
Panic-raw, ancient-surged up his spine.
"Breathe."
"Stay awake."
"Don't leave me."
"Not again."
His grip tightened, desperate, the bond between them thrumming like a frantic heartbeat.
Magic.
Fear.
Want.
All tangled into one.
Every instinct-demon, wolf, man, monster-rose to shield her, claim her, keep her.
He lowered his head, breath brushing her temple, voice rough enough to bleed.
"Ara... don't you dare fall."
She sagged against him, breaths stuttering. His arms locked harder, as if the universe might try to tear her away.
His dominance wrapped around her like fire.
His arrogance collapsed into fear.
Every truth stripped bare:
She was his weakness.
His want.
His danger.
His undoing.
He dragged her closer, feeling each faint heartbeat slice into him. His breath shook against her skin.
Everything inside him-instinct, power, soul-rose and wrapped around her, pulling her into the center of him, refusing to let go.
Every thought.
Every instinct.
Every piece of him-
coiled around her.