Lorian was right. Because even though I was doing this for Pris and everyone else, it was Demos’s face that flashed in front of my eyes and stayed as I clenched my teeth and forced my hands to hold tight as my palms began burning, until my eyes watered and my lungs ached with a suppressed sob. And then I heard him. The roar Demos unleashed echoed across the battlefield. “Asinia!”
PLEASE DONT. I have Cavis ptsd
