2026-03-03
Love Behind the Bullet
The wind in the Desert, like a knife dipped in fire, stung the exposed skin of my forearms sharply. I lifted the hem of my skirt, adorned with gold decorations, and hurried along the castle corridor. "Wendy, you really have become his wife." A voice, both familiar and strange, pierced my heart like an icicle. I looked up abruptly, locking eyes with a pair that I hadn't seen in five years yet remained etched in my memory—David. He was wearing a black combat uniform, and the skull insignia on his shoulder epaulet glinted coldly. "David, you..." Before I could finish speaking, my words were cut off by Banney's laughter. He put his arm around my waist and said proudly, "David,...
