THE CHILD

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Zeda overestimated her strength and will.

Kamaz had not been lying when he had promised her ruin. He had been honest, and for a rare time, she found the topic of dishonesty more appealing than its antonym.

She had thought she would have been able to do what she wanted after their first night together, but her body had betrayed her, knocked her out cold like she had been attacked by a vengeful animal who had been caged for a long, long time.

Because how does one satisfy a being that has been deprived of her taste for seven centuries? One who had watched the world go by and had impatiently-patiently waited for her return?

One who is a god-awful number of times stronger and more powerful than the average man?

Yet, she knew he had held himself back a lot.

Kamaz was snuggled into her hair and she managed to reach out to the phone on the lampstand- the only furniture that had survived the storm that had been Kamaz.