The sun rose over the military camp, making everything look golden in a way that made last night's battle seem like a bad dream someone else had.
Melisa sat outside her tent, choking down a cup of something that the army had the audacity to call coffee but tasted like dirt mixed with tears and broken dreams.
Isabella finally showed up, strolling out of some random soldier's tent. Her hair was a complete disaster and she wore the shit-eating grin of someone who'd just had her brains fucked out.
"Morning, sunshine," she said, plopping down next to Melisa. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," Melisa grunted. "I feel like it too."
After the battle, she'd spent a bit of time helping the healers patch up the wounded. The Blood Magic she'd used had left her horny enough to fuck a tree, but there hadn't been time to do anything about it. By the time she'd crawled into her tent, she'd been too exhausted to even flick the bean.
"Blackflame!"
