The first thing she noticed was how her knees ached. Her neck had an awful crick as well, but a hand on her head kept her from being able to lift it. Her legs were numb. Continue reading
She didn’t want to wake up. Cyra was happier than she had been in a long time right where she was. Why would she want to get up when she was safe, warm, and loved?
Then something changed. Continue reading
Cyra started walking as clear glass grew under her feet. She passed by the door to Vitalis’ mind and kept her gaze ahead. Continue reading
After Cyra tricked Vitalis into thinking she had gone to sleep, she bandaged her ankle and adjusted her pants so Vitalis would never see it. She could tell he was worried out of his mind for her despite the brave, comforting face he put on for her. His concern and love was so obvious in every move he made and breath he breathed. She’d scare him even more if he knew Ano had somehow been able to cause that injury. He was better off not knowing. Continue reading
“After all that, he’s just gone?” Roya gaped at them from where they were all sat on her floor after Cyra and Vitalis explained what had happened. The windows were all shut, and they kept their voices low. Continue reading