DAMIEN POV
The sky was red. Or maybe it was just the blood covering my eyes.
I could've healed, could've shifted, could've called for backup.
But I didn't.
I was tired, too tired of my darned life.
Letting the cold seep into my skin felt… easy...peaceful, even. The pain grounded me for a while but then it started to float. I couldn't tell where the blood stopped anymore.
Maybe this was how everything ends for me.
Just then, a shadow cut through the fading light above me. It was a soft silhouette.
Boots stepped into the pool of my blood. A familiar scent, faint but undeniable, curled through my senses like smoke—
—like lavender and rain.
My heartbeat stumbled.
No. No, it couldn't be.
She knelt above me, purple strands escaped the hood. And then I saw her face, her eyes that were still sharp, cold and unreadable.
I tried to blink, to speak bit nothing came out.
"Eva…" I whispered, or maybe I just thought I did.
