51 True Reawethen Princess

[TW: Graphic Violence]

A foreign warmth enveloped Daphne's hands right at the height of her fear, its intensity both exhilarating and bewildering. The unleashed fire crackled and roared with chaotic abandon, its vibrant hues illuminating the room with an untamed brilliance. 

Daphne's eyes widened with disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Ah, fuck!" Clive hissed out in pain, his hand instantly withdrawing from Daphne's neck. Once he let go of her, she quickly gasped for air as though she had been plunged underwater for far too long. Her breathing was haggard, barely even. Her lungs hurt from the huge gulps of air but she took no care of that.

"You bitch!" the man cursed.