At Hale’s bald words, a heavy onslaught of images flayed Bast. Memories burned in him and through him until he could barely breathe for the fire. That was how it always was between him and Delancey. One minute, the world was as he knew it. The next, it was ablaze and burning to the ground. He was helpless to the inferno. And even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t fight it. He’d let the blaze rage on until nothing was left of him but her and his ashes in her hands.
~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
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