Kylan
I held Puppy tightly in my arms, feeling her limp body pressed against mine. Her chest rose with each breath, but her glowing eyes were closed. It had been a while now.
The back of my fingers brushed her cheek. “Pup,” I whispered, worried. She hummed softly in response, but she didn’t open her eyes.
The one responsible, that sick Soothsayer, just sat there and watched me without doing a single thing—like all of this was normal to him.
Pissed, I met Aelius’s gaze. “What did you do to her?”
Aelius took a breath, looking around the cage. His eyes, which had been white before, had already dimmed to their original color. “Let her be,” he spoke. “She’s fine. She’s dreaming.”
“Dreaming?” I spat, narrowing my eyes at him. “You made her like this. She’s not dreaming—what did you do to h
