14. Mia

MIA

What did he think he was doing?

Didn’t he know that me surviving without him by my side was the same as me dying?

His green blood peeled down his neck in a thick globule mass.

My eyes grew to the size of dishes. I couldn’t believe he was decapitating himself just to save me. I struggled but Wyre had a death-like vice grip on my neck.

My eyes were fixed firmly on Rivvac. I didn’t want to watch but was unable to look away. I hated that this was the final expression I would ever see on his face.

If Wyre really did keep his word and let me go, I’d end up living a shell of life. Not that he could let me live. I would have countered his false story of being some kind of have-a-go hero.

There was nothing but love in Rivvac’s eyes, nothing but intense passion that he’d always fostered toward me.

I whimpered what internally was a shrieking howling cry that I couldn’t allow to be birthed or else risk decapitating myself and wasting the sacrifice Rivvac was making, even with the smile on his face.

Huh?

I almost didn’t notice it.

But knowing Rivvac intimately the way I did, I couldn’t ignore the spark of amusement curling one corner of his lips in a smile that I recognized every time he teased me.

His attention shifted away from me and up to Wyre, glaring at him a stronger intensity than I had ever seen before.

And I knew something was up.