Coil

Issa stared at him, their eyes burning hotter than the fire that blazed between them. His hand rested on the coil of a steel tipped whip on his belt and his eyes searched her face for an answer. She looked to the sides of the room, planning her escape but he was quicker. Before she could move, he launched himself over the flames in her direction.

Whip

Happy Reading!

~ Eileen 🙂

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