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February 23 - March 14, 2024
ylah had expected death would be cold, but she hadn’t expected it to be so windy.
So this is how it ends. Sucked in by a god’s eyes and handsome face.
But it had never sat well with her to accept help, no matter what her father had taught her.
She had no knowledge of either, and gods did it irritate her.
Zylah pushed back her hood to look up at him better, and he winked back in approval. Gods above. He truly was insufferable.
“Let me go with you.” Rose raised an eyebrow. “In that dress?” “Careful, I’ve already been called a whore once this evening.”
“I make an excellent pillow.” He stepped out of their embrace and sat back on the bed, patting the spot beside him.
“And who the fuck is this?” the Bloom florist asked, turning to look them over.
He didn’t look up, and Zylah realised then; it wasn’t just his magic that cost him something. When she’d seen him fight, it was with a ferocity she’d never seen before, and it should have unsettled her, but it didn’t. It was for her.
He had killed for her. So that she wouldn’t have to take any more innocent lives, so that she wouldn’t have to see their faces when she closed her eyes.
“If this is what it feels like to be cursed… curse all of it… my mind, my body, my heart. It’s all yours.”
“Zylah, listen.” Something in Holt’s voice made Zylah pause. She held her breath. Closed her eyes. She knew what she was listening for. The sound that had sent her to sleep on so many nights in Virian. The heart that had held hers gently. That had asked her to stay. Silent.
