Chapter 119
We have never heard
the devil's side of the story,
God wrote all the book.
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― Anatole Franc
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GITA
A heartbeat. Powerful arms cradled her ear against a chest.
They're not -his- arms.
But the arms knew The Song. She could feel the warmth flow into her body and replenish all the light she had given to bring back Ninsianna from the dead, but another sensation echoed even louder, furious and discordant.
HE was coming.
"Mikhail?" she murmured.
Somebody pressed their lips against her hair.
"Shh, you're safe," he spoke low. "But you need to keep quiet so we don't draw the attention of the lizards."
She recognized that voice.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
A pair of dark eyes, every bit as black as hers were, stared down at her, worried, alert and watchful. Even more am
