ARYA

I didn't want to do this.

Deep down, beneath the haze suffocating my thoughts, I knew this wasn't me. But my hands...those traitorous, trembling things shoved Daxton back onto the bed, pinning him down as I hovered over his chest, my claws seeking the spot where the moonstone pulsed beneath his skin.

"Arya?" he rasped, his voice hoarse. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't even angry. He looked like someone who was watching a storm destroy a home they'd just started to rebuild.

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