I leaned against the wall and watched his bloody wings
being tossed carelessly to the side. As he bled, the silver blood
morphed into a thicker crimson ooze. His blue aura flickered for a
second, then they kicked him through the opening in the floor
below. I didn’t even think after he went down, I jumped after him
— the instinct to save him was too strong. Dizzy and almost blind
with pain, I jumped through the hole behind him and fell through
the sky and clouds. Vertigo overtook me as the wind whipped past
my body, my hair and clothes blowing against me furiously. “Hang
on, Caleb! I’ve got you!” I called out, reaching for his body through the emptiness.
Another wave of nausea hit me, and I was returned to
where we stood before, standing back on the patio with Caleb.
When I regained my footing, I gasped out in agony.
I stumbled away from him, gasping and crying
uncontrollably as he stared at me in panic. “Wynn, what’s
I swatted him gently away and collapsed into a chair. I
could still feel the jarring pain of having broken wings forcibly
removed from my back, the raw and visceral reaction to ligaments
being torn without empathy or hesitation. I couldn’t breathe, I
couldn’t feel anything except the cruel and heartless torture.
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