Chapter 87 – Fire In The Blood
- Alina
- The wind whips through the clearing, lifting my hair and caressing my damp skin. My breath comes in short gasps, my muscles burn, but I don’t yield. Damon stands across from me, shirtless, his steely gaze locked on mine. His breathing is calm, controlled. Sweat glides down the curve of his shoulders, tracing shining paths along his skin.
- “Again,” he commands.