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“You need to protect her from him.” Protect her. Those two words stalled my feet, my heart, my lungs. If the past had taught me anything, it was that no woman should count on me to keep her safe. I looked at Galantia, but eventually shook my head. “Her safety is your problem now.” My shift surged through me with an onslaught of sounds and smells, achy wings pushing us into the current coming from between the trees before it carried us away. Everyone I’d once vowed to protect was rotting away in graves—if they had graves at all. That was how well I’d done it.
“Handsome, too.” Muscles I hadn’t used in so long twitched, bringing an unexpected smile to my face. That it had taken a Raven to put it there was an odd circumstance. Sebian grinned. “You don’t agree?” Oh, he was more handsome than one’s captor ought to be, but in a strange, eerie way. Undeniably Raven. Forbidden.
“We go fjy?” she asked and bounced on my hip, pointing at the sky. “Up there? In the sky? Majyr fjy and Naya jook?”
Ew
Still, I held her hand. I stared at the ground, weighed down by heaviness. The faster I blinked my eyes, the more they burned, blurring my vision. One hand wiped the dust and grit from my face. The other tugged Naya toward me. She refused. “Naya. Come to me…” Another tug as I struggled to my knees, letting a piece of rock or masonry shift off me. “Naya! We need to get away from here.” Disoriented and with a ringing in my ears, I looked down at our intertwined hands. My gaze followed the red cuts and wounds that speckled her arm. Higher. Higher. Stone.
Oh shit
Head throbbing, I looked down at Naya, but all I saw was her mangled arm poking out from stone. Stone everywhere. Beside me. Around us. On top of her?
