TRIVIA'S POV.
“Isn't she just beautiful? Breathtaking perhaps,” he whispered, his face merely inches away. The image of him was really blurry , I could barely see his face, but the light whispered followed.
“I can't just let you die; I have to save you, and although it's going to have its effect, this is the only way I can keep you alive.” He whispered again, bent forward, and locked his gaze into mine while a cold sweat broke off on my temples.
I could see it—a blue horn, a stone carved into such a masterpiece, placed softly, slowly, and gently on my chest. A sigh eased through my lips, followed by a loud sigh while I tried sucking in air. And then his image was clear—his face.
The one who had actually saved my life. Was Jeremy.
I pushed open my eyes, still sucking in air. I wasn't s
