Page 335 of Rising Dawn
Seventeen knives that cleaved into her heart.
Lucenna shook with cold horror and disbelief.
Blood leaked from Klyde’s trembling mouth as his wet eyes lifted to hers. They shone with remorse and so much he wished to say. But a sad smile tugged at his lips as he told her only one thing.
“On your feet, lass…”
The crackling spear wrenched him through the air. He sailed over the cascade and his body fell through the mist. Gone to where she couldn’t follow.
Lucenna’s mouth opened with a soundless scream.
No sound tore from her throat.
No air passed through her lungs.
Pain demolished her from the inside as every part of her shredded apart. She couldn’t do anything as Klyde vanished from her life. Her chest burned for lack of air. Her vision blurred as all grew dark. She hardly felt the crackle of red Essence envelope her limp body.
“There you are, my sweet,” Everest said with a pleased smile. His red eyes glowed with cold satisfaction, and he caressed her tear-stained face. “Who knew that damn ring would be such a hindrance to me, but alas I found you. As promised.”
With a wave of his fingers, a containment sphere formed around her, and it lifted her into the air. Then came the terrible declaration Lucenna had been running from for the past four years.
“It’s time to return home.”
