34. DAMIAN

Chapter thirty-four

DAMIAN

S uddenly, there was pain engraved on my back. I roared in response and fell to the floor as clattering and noise broke out behind me. My eyes blacked out, and silver stars fluttered my eyelids.

Disappointment flooded my dying body. I had let Sebastia down. Even trying to save Aurelia, I ended up allowing her to die, anyway.

I wanted to tell her to run–to leave me. But the words wouldn't depart from my lips.

My limbs felt as if they were made out of lead, the weight in my body dragging me down, leaving me unable to move. I wanted to help Aurelia and save her, but instead, she was saving me, every single time.

Not knowing where to clutch to relieve the pain, my hands shook, grasping for some sort of relief. Discomfort erupted from deep inside of me. The burn stung deeper as my hands mindlessly and numbly grabbed at my back, only to find blood pooling down.

My stomach turned, and I retched the remains of it from the pain and the blood. An ache strained my wrists from holding my body weight on my hands and knees. My eyes traced a crimson-red color starting to pile underneath me, my clothing feeling damp and warm.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

My ears were fogged, and all I could hear was the drip, drip, drip sound of each blood drop splashing on the cement floor beneath me.

I was going to die. I could feel it in my veins and my bones. How soon was it going to be?

My body slammed to the ground, plummeting. The ache in my wrists couldn't hold out anymore.

Was I going to meet Sebastia? Would she wait for me at the gates of Ezu 1 ?

1. Ezu (Eh-ooh): Heaven