The words were enough to send cold and undiluted fear down the spines of both Aira and Liora the second they heard them.
It was a shrill woman's voice—almost soft—but it might as well have been a thunderstorm as they both instantly bolted back into the room like their lives depended on it.
Mirroring expressions of horror on their faces. But barely had they barged through the door when that horror turned into something more dreadful as they found it to be empty.
Aira didn't hesitate, ignoring the fear in her heart, aware that all she needed to do was get to her mother. Regardless of whatever injury she had, she was bound to be able to heal it.
Jumping down the window the instant she got to it, without worry of breaking her bones—but barely had she jumped down when her heart seemed to splinter and break into a thousand pieces.
For Aira, it felt like someone had grabbed her throat and was strangling her as she found it almost impossible to breathe.
