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Reborn To Save My Dragonkin Mate

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 1078    |    Released on: Today at 10:42

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t to Emmett felt like sitting

dn't

breathe

is eyes fixed on Foster's diagrams with a f

k, the movements of his hand wer

sideways a

riting in m

mpressed shorthand used exclusively by the old Dr

ng over his desk, whispering loudly e

ed by snickering from his lackeys. "Wonder if the cle

tt's jaw mu

nib bending against the parchment unti

y left, shifting my shoulders to block t

inctive, prote

rushed against the

linched

a hot branding iron to his skin,

the stone floor, drawing a sharp, w

my own side of the desk, my face flushing wit

't look

d away, his shoulder d

ling away, his frayed cuff had ri

ath hi

rief sliced clean

ist bone was a thick, jagged ri

a clean

bitten deep into growing flesh, compounded by jagged, s

nce, in the dim light of our bedchamber w

sgust, assuming he had earned them

future memories bearing d

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madness took him, and the cruel, agonizing suppression of Draconic blood t

ed the sleeve

nking the frayed cuff over the s

to mine, and what I saw i

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xpected to be struck because

dn't s

there believing that

rom my folder, took my quill, and wro

t stil

e tip of my wand, mutterin

quare and fluttered across the few inches separati

ooked do

pupils dila

long, scarred finger

he might actually read i

a tiny tongue of pale blue fla

could even unfold, dissolving into a

t need t

clear: None of

my teeth

i

his defenses, I would

another scrap

ree times faster than Foster is speaking. Can I

ked my

flutter

flame caught

even touch

isper of smoke, and nothi

my left, her mouth forming a sil

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a third pie

out his scars, and I didn'

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handwriting. It l

re fingers, refusing to use magic, sto

ared at t

owed in utter

flicking from the messy ink to

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n't bu

ately, he picke

the paper over, and scratched a s

k toward me with th

eagerly, my heart le

es that pierced the fibers of th

qui

up in my chest,

a bright, genuine giggle escaped anyway, earning me ano

dn't

sk, folding it carefully and slipping it into t

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“I forced my destitute Dragonkin fiancé to sign a severance contract right before the Triad Tournament. I told him my future had no room for a disgraced boy whose family owed blood debts to dark alleys. But when a maddened dragon broke its chains and unleashed a wall of white-hot fire toward the student stands, he didn't run. He abandoned his chance at glory, vaulted the stone barricade, and threw his frail body directly over mine. I watched his flesh blister and his worn robes turn to ash as he shielded me from the inferno. His blood boiled as it dripped onto my face. "Run," he gasped in my ear, before the flames took him completely. For months, I obsessively relived his death in a Pensieve, suffocating in guilt in an empty house. I realized every milestone of my youth was paved with his blood and silent protection, while I had treated him like absolute garbage. Why did he sacrifice everything to save a woman who threw him away like trash? When the memory basin violently shattered from my grief, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in my second-year magic classroom. Emmett walked in, looking heartbreakingly young, wearing his faded robes and a painfully guarded expression. This time, when the aristocratic students snickered and expected him to hide in the shadows, I stood up and blocked his path. "Sit with me," I told him, refusing to let go of his scarred wrist.”