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Fuck.

This.

Bat.

Wing.

Bastard .

I rain hellfire into the shadows.

It hurts.

But the last blast of freezing troll blood cools me down enough to recognize Azrid’s face.

Then I remember:

That face needs to be punched.

He took a slash ending the daddy troll.

Now his ass is slow.

I take him to the floor to work out my fire.

My knuckles split.

His face dents.

I catch a scent off his skin.

Something sweet and fresh and cool.

Something that belongs to me. Not to him.

This. Fucking. Bat .

I drop his collar as he goes limp.

Now that I have her scent, I can feel her.

Close.

“Wife?” I turn toward her energy ripples.

She’s calling me home.

Fuck.

My poison fang drops.

Pain stabs my jawbone.

It’s been too long.

Maybe she’s the one who ends it all.

I splash through hellfire, chasing the promise of coolness.

Of relief.

I melt through crumbled walls, but the fire uses me as fuel.

I need her.

Only my Guide can end this pain.