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Her hips rolled subtly against Yavanna’s. The hollow was silent around them, broken only by ragged breaths and the faint rustle of leaves outside, while Sable remained lost in a dream that blurred desire and exhaustion into one unrelenting current. Her hand roamed, up over ribs and breast...

Slowly, inevitably, exhaustion won. Sable’s grip tightened without conscious thought. Whatever poison still threaded through her blood left her fever-warm, heat radiating off her in waves. She shifted, seeking relief, and pressed her flushed cheek against the cool skin of the elf’s uninjured...

The sound of it that relentless chattering of teeth scraped against what little patience she had left. Sable’s jaw tightened, her vision swimming as exhaustion clawed harder, heavier, demanding she give in. Her shoulder burned like it had been packed with coals. Every heartbeat thudded through...

Sable snorted, the sound humourless. “Oh, I’m certain it was,” she shot back, lips pulling into a tight, mirthless smile that never touched her eyes. “Lucky for you, I’m tolerant to most poisons.” The heat in her shoulder was no longer sharp, it had spread, a deep, throbbing burn that pulsed...

Sable didn’t slow when Yavanna stumbled. She felt it through the grip on the elf’s arm, the uneven weight, the way her steps began to falter, but slowing meant dying, and Sable had no room left in her for mercy that endangered her survival. Her body screamed at her to stop. An arrow still...

The world was still settling when Sable felt the pat against her thigh. Her eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched so tight it ached, every muscle in her body locked as she held the cocoon of air around them rigid and unyielding. Stone and wood and beastmen thundered down, but none of it touched...

Just as Sable’s vision began to tunnel, black crowding in at the edges, air slammed back into her lungs. She hit the floor hard, choking on the sudden rush of it. Her gaze snapped up in time to see Yavanna fly across the chamber and crumple against the wall. “Shit.” Rage cut clean through the...

The beastmen were relentless. Blood slicked the floor around her boots, bodies piled up at the door, and Sable was forced back. Every time she cut one down, two more surged forward, snarling, flanking, pressing her back step by grinding step. Her knives flashed silver arcs through the smoke...

Sable did not flinch at the insult, nor at the scream that tore from Yavanna’s throat. She had no space in her mind for anything but the potential death rushing up the stairs in a pack of snarling bodies. Her world narrowed to the jagged frame of the doorway and the killing that needed doing...

Sable barked out a low, humourless laugh. “And let you turn that magic on me the moment you get the chance?” Her grip on her blades tightened, metal glinting as she stepped between Yavanna and the stairs. “You think I survived this long by being naïve?” Boots pounded the stone below. The growl...

Sable was already in motion before the elf had fully found her voice. She evaluated like a soldier, quick and cold. Facing the savages head on was stupid when she couldn't make out how many there were. Either way, she was vastly outnumbered. Up here, she could at least funnel the attackers to a...

Silence. It was a strange silence. A kind she’d never known in Vel Anir, where everything was always loud. Here, there was only the forest breathing. Leaves whispering against one another like soft conversation, and the chirps and calls of forest life. A soft breeze of fresh, clean air brushed...

The sobbing didn’t move her. Not the tears, not the trembling, not the soft collapse of pride cracking under pain. If anything, Sable felt the faintest of satisfactions. A warning finally delivered. A lesson absorbed. She let out a short, annoyed huff, then, without a word of comfort or any...

Sable sucked in a ragged breath as the pressure on her throat eased. The moment her airway opened, she tore the chain from her neck with an impatient snarl, her jaw set so tight her teeth ached. Her eyes dropped to the sobbing elf beneath her. Blood welling bright as wine around the blade still...

Sable’s vision spotted at the edges. The chain dug mercilessly into her throat, crushing her windpipe a little more with every heartbeat. She could feel the bruise blooming already. Fine. She’d been deprived of air more times than she cared to think about. She’d survived worse. But the elf kept...