An orange sphere appears in the sky. Camilla lies curled in my arms. Inch by inch, she raises her gaze to scan the clouds.
“My transport is almost here.” Camilla’s gaze meets mine. And the strongest woman in the world proves her inner steel by admitting her greatest fear. “I don’t want to go.”
She’s talking about more than the machine that will take her away from me. Camilla doesn’t want to die.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” I state. “I will discover a cure for khrysonia. I have thousands of years to do it.”
“No, Xavier.” Camilla’s voice turns faint and shaky. “Too long.”
I know what she means. Camilla thinks that thousands of years are too long for me to be alone.
“Mark my words. I will wait for you. I will heal you. Nothing else matters.”
The silver spiral lowers from the clouds. O
