Faint, blue light and breeze poured into the room as Aacro fell to his knees. He swore under his breath and didn’t bother to repent. Every muscle in his body felt as hard as iron. Aacro tipped his face to the open window and as he slowly lowered his lashes, the scribe let out a shallow, anguished groan. He had lost her. He had lost everything.
haha lol skill issue
