17AuraAura bit her bottom lip to hide its trembling. Michael is dead.
Warm tears flooded her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she watched Samuel’s gaze linger where the image of his father once was. His jaw clenched as his hands balled into fists. Gossamer came to his side, helping him stand.
Nemiah’s voice echoed orders for the Tribesmen to fall back to the Shores of Rahee, and Ambrielle double-tapped the center gem making the projection disappear. She placed the Rokis back on and stood tall despite the tears brimming in her eyes. Her voice remained calm. “Samuel, your father was a loyal and mighty fighter. Just like his father before him and just like you. Men of honor. I know he was proud of the man you’ve become. He did not die in vain.”
Tears slid down Samuel’s cheek as Ambriel
