Roxy's POV
Hospitality or not. My body wasn't prepared for this. The luring inside for food, rest and a place to just be ourselves turned out to be the most haunting experience of my life! AND I AM FROM HELL!
"Ugh...I- I can't..." I was bleeding through everything crevice again. I wanted to laugh at myself. My weakness. But I didn't have energy for that even.
A sweet blanket of edible ivory shards was beneath us. All the war and shattering had laid it. Losing consciousness, my body listened to gravity and started aiming straight into the shards, face first. If gravity won, my body could take more stress. Irreparable damage!
However, a pair of strong arms stopped me from destroying my face just inches apart.
"Argh!" He carried me on his strong shoulders, fighting feral, hungry humans with one hand. Onky Cyrus could do it.
'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...'
