Page 225 of A Fire in the Flesh


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Because I wasn’t sure I had appreciated that experience as much as I should’ve in the moment. But now? I wished I’d paid more attention. Because I imagined that if I were able to live long enough to have children, that was what it would’ve felt like to hold my own. Feeling their heartbeat against my chest. And knowing that I held my whole damn world in my arms.

I glanced up at Ash. He was looking down at me, and the back of my throat burned with a knot of raw yearning. I’d never really considered children. I hadn’t even liked holding them on the rare occasion I’d been near one. Babes and their tiny hands and fragility terrified me. The idea of children had never been a part of my future. But as my gaze traveled over Ash’s face, I would’ve…I thought I would’ve entertained that with him. He would’ve made an amazing father.

No, I corrected myself with a sharp breath. He will make an amazing father.

The tendrils of eather brightened in his irises. He dipped his head to mine, speaking low. “What’s wrong?”

Everything. “Nothing.”

He ran his hand up my back, slipping it under my hair. “That’s not true.”

I drew back, meeting his stare. “Don’t read my emotions.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.” I totally was.

He arched a brow. “Liessa.”

“Nyktos,” I snapped, and one side of his lips kicked up.

“Are you two fighting already?” Saion asked.

Ash lifted his head. “No.”

“We’re about to,” I muttered at the same time.

“Yeah, they are.” Saion smiled at his cousin. “Told you they wouldn’t make it an hour.”

“Godsdamn it,” Rhahar grumbled.

Saion lifted a hand. “Pay up.”

Rhahar was shaking his head as he reached beneath his armor. “I need to be more cynical.”

I frowned as I glanced between the two. “Did you two…?” My brows shot up as Rhahar retrieved a few coins. “You two had a bet?”

“Yep.” Saion took the coins. “Rhahar believed you two would go all day without getting into it. I said you wouldn’t make it an hour without arguing about something—and that was being generous.”

“Wow,” Rhain murmured.

I turned to Bele.

Her hands flew up. “I had no part in this.” She paused. “But I do agree that Saion was being generous.”

Crossing my arms, I faced Ash. “These are your friends.”

His lips twitched as he eyed them. “Were.”

Rhahar laughed, and Saion made some wisecrack about being friends with a Primal of Death, but I…I could barely catch my breath as I stared up at Ash.

He’d just acknowledged them as friends.

He had never done that before, even going as far as to claim that he had no friends.

This interaction would mean very little to most, but it was huge for him. Ash had been taught that any connection could become a weakness that could be exploited. So, he’d always kept distance between himself and everyone else—everyone except Nektas.

I tilted my head, my gaze locking with the black-and-gray-scaled draken perched on the same cliff he had been on earlier. I could’ve sworn he smiled. It was kind of hard to tell while he was in his draken form, but those crimson eyes looked somber.

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