Raquel’s POV

“Raquel?” Regulus coughed, color filling his tanned cheeks as he turned over, hacking. The circle Marina had used had left a burn, arcane runes leaving a faded white scar over his chest, bisecting the ash-black line of the wyrm that curled around his body. “How—”

“You stupid, impossible, absolute FUCKING idiot!” I grabbed him by his neck, kissing him deeply. Regulus made a squawk of confusion against my lips, grabbing ...