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Touch of Flame

He is a threat to her existence. A hot-blooded dragon of Royal blood, King Malachi is taken hostage by the humans he despises so much. Deprived of his freedom, he is imprisoned in a dark cave, his rage growing with each day of torture and humiliation. The only light he sees comes in the form of a human female, offering her care. A woman who makes him burn with equal fury and desire. A woman who has no place in his heart or mind, for only one thought sustains him. Vengeance! And even if her kindness softens his heart and her touch sets his body aflame, she will not be spared his wrath. Because once he breaks the chains of slavery, he will burn down her whole world. She is the key to his freedom. The cold-hearted princess Ravina is a woman with a mission. Eradicate the dragon race from the face of earth. But when she finds out that the very creatures who killed her parents could also be the ones who kidnapped her sister, she has no choice but to change her plans. To find her sister, she must get closer to the creature she despises. But things don’t always go as planned and soon Ravina ends up finding more than she bargained for. Caught in a battle between humans and dragons, love and hatred, trust and betrayal, Ravina must make every choice with caution. And with every step she takes closer to the fiery beast, she risks melting the ice surrounding her heart and being consumed by the flames of fury and passion.

JasmineJosef · Fantasía
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"That is horrible," Nazneen said, horrified by the stories he told her. 

He had to steal whether it was food or clothes. Sometimes he would go days without eating and outside in the cold winter or rainy autumn. The people that treated him cruelly were adults, which made her angry. The scars that didn't heal were from his childhood, which explained why. Magic could not heal old scars. 

Ares told her about it casually. "Well, it is the reality of many." He said simply, putting his arm between his head and the pillow. 

Nazneen felt sad, but she was also warm inside. Sharing a bed just to have a conversation was something she had never done before and she found comfort in it. 

She reached to touch the scar on his eyesbrow. He closed his eyes as she traced it with her fingers, brushing over his eye to where the scar continued underneath it. So this scar was old as well? He got it when he was a child.