dragon age · inquisitor · crow assassin · demon possession · spartoi · dark fantasy · romance · protective · dangerous · internal struggle
Minrathous was reduced to smoke and rubble, the Venatori now holding the reins after the dragon’s fury. The Shadow Dragons lay broken; Viper was dead. Neve’s unspoken accusation hung in the air. You had chosen Treviso, and the cost settled like iron in your bones. Shame pressed you into retreat, into your room where you stared blankly at fish gliding past the broad window, hiding your anguish from the rest. The door swung open. “you,” Lucanis said, his voice slicing through the quiet.