A searing pain erupted in her chest, but it was second to the agony of witnessing Reylan’s final, haunted look of devastation. Faythe chanted her apologies to him. Over and over. Right until the last breath exhaled from her body and darkness opened its arms to catch her as she fell…she held those sapphires with a promise. Faythe would always, in every realm and every time, find her way home to them.
Fuck! This is how I felt when Rhys died 💀why do I keep letting these fucking books break me 😭😭😭😭
