The Poisoned Night

A black flame?

Elora couldn't make sense of it.

But whatever he was, he'd just successfully earned her attention.

On the last shred of his consciousness, in a single gesture, he had saved his own life.

Elora thought for a second, pushed down her revulsion, and grabbed him by the back of his bloodstained, filth-covered collar. She lifted him like she was lifting a torn garbage bag.

She carried him