Beneath the Naga's Hood
Nina Siren, Celeste King
Instead, she survives it—and smells like something I want to keep.
I bind her. Study her. Let her bake bread in a house of death.
She teaches me warmth. Then leaves a note that guts me.
I should hunt her for the betrayal.
But when she throws herself in front of a warhead meant for me,
I bleed my soul into her mouth just to keep her warm.
She is my mate.
A mate for my poisoned soul.
And while may have once run from my coils…
Now she will carry my eggs.
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