Precious Provisions

Spike wanted it—wanted it desperately.

Its starry eyes fixated on Hazel, tears trickling uncontrollably from the corners of its mouth.

In its presence, the Flameheart Core was more irresistible than a mother leopard.

Bound by contract, Hazel could clearly sense Spike's excitement and desire.

Her heart ached as she stared at the Core in her hand. How many ordinary inferno cores did this one equal?