The Wrath of Dire: Endgame at Silver City [Part-2]
But just as his fingers curled into the ground— A warm hand grabbed his and stop him from standing.
It was Lira. She stood in front of him, silver hair catching the heat-haze light, almost glowing. Her blue eyes didn't waver, sharp and steady, locked onto his golden stare.
Her fingers wrapped tighter around his—soft, but unrelenting. Like silk with steel underneath.
"You're not recovered yet, darling," she said, voice quiet, but solid as a wall.
He tried—damn, he tried—to rise again. But she pressed him down, firm yet tender, her body shielding his.
Leon's eyes widened. His chest trembled with rage and helplessness. He loathed this feeling—being grounded, forced to watch.
But the fire in Lira's eyes… the commanding strength in her touch… something inside him quieted. He exhaled hard, his back settling against the scorched ground and rock.
