Heritage of fortune

The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic. Camilla pressed a damp cloth against Elias’s side, her hands steady despite the peering crack beneath them. His breathing was ragged, each exhale a slow hiss through gripped teeth.

“ Hold still, ” she murmured.

Elias let out a weak chortle. “ Not like I’m going anywhere. ”

She glared at him but did n't utter a word. She directed, still, on the crack. It was deep — far too deep.However, the fight ...