Page 78 of Princess of Bael
All I could hear was Ezra’s failing heartbeat.
All I could feel was his lack of breath.
All I could think about was our dying bond.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t how you’re supposed to go.
Why does this hurt so much?
I hate you.
I want you.
I despise you.
I desire you.
You broke my heart.
Part of me wishes I could forgive you.
The words rolled through my head in some fucked-up twist of voices—both mine and Ezra’s statements—only they were my thoughts, not his.
Or maybe they belonged to him, too.
Air combed through my hair, causing my stomach to tighten with wrongness.
I loathed this sensation of loss, this feeling of ineptitude.
How are you doing this to me? Why are you dragging me under with you?
I’d craved this moment for so long, yet it felt as though my very soul was being ripped from my being.
The whirling energy turned icy as water swallowed me whole, pushing me to the depths of the ocean where oxygen didn’t exist. I inhaled, sputtering, coughing,dying.
Except it wasn’t water that filled my lungs.
But air.
How…?I wondered, my eyes unseeing.
Darkness engulfed me entirely.
However, whispers caught my ears, the voices ones I recognized yet couldn’t name.
Someone commented about time.
Another mentioned the need to heal.
“It’s too late for that,” a third voice said, this one deeper. “I told him to use the bond. He didn’t listen.”
“It’s not too late,” a female murmured. “Not yet. He just needs more of her blood.”
“Yes,” another woman agreed, her voice the closest. I could feel her warmth radiating through my skin, her healing energy suffocating my inner Archdemon.
I wanted to moan, to growl, tofight, but I remained motionless and paralyzed beneath a wave of power I couldn’t define.
