A DYING WISHSacred House, Ahe’ey
Sky wasn’t sure why she was there or how she had got there. She had walked to the Sacred House on autopilot. The warrior just knew that she had to see him before the fight, but she wasn’t sure what she was going to tell him. He was in his room on the second floor of the building. The door was open and he was standing by the veranda, looking out at the moon. The moonlight lit his face and hair. He was serene, and she was surprised to find him on his feet.
She walked in, and he turned around to face her. “Sister,” he said with genuine affection in his eyes. Sky hadn’t heard him call her that since their youth. She stayed at the door, frozen. She’d learned many years ago not to show emotion. Emotion was her weakness, the only hole in her armour that could be
