Ritual's Fracture

The vision faded like smoke, leaving me gasping on Drake's chest, his knot still locked deep in my pussy, cum warm and sticky between us. The cave's blue glow flickered, the waterfall's roar a distant thunder in my ears. Mira—my mother? The word tasted like poison, twisting the rage inside me into something sharper, more personal. Drake's arms wrapped around me tight, his breath ragged against my hair. 'Luna, talk to me. What did you see?' His voice pulled me back, steady ...