“That sounded more like a menace that a confession of love,” Theia jokingly said, and burst into a series of cough. Her whole body ached in protest as she moved, and she peeped her eyes open to stare at the most amazing pair of green eyes.
Ace was crying, tears flowing on his cheeks like he couldn’t stop himself. “How are you feeling?”
“Bad, real bad,” she confessed. “My insides are hurting like hell. It’s as if part of me is dead. Mia?” she asked perceptively, peeping to look at the crumbled body of Hunter hugging a lifeless Mia in sheer desperation.
“She saved you and Lynn. She didn’t make it,” Ace announced in a broken voice, the agonized confession only making Theia more depressed. It seemed that the witch had partly succeeded after all in wrenching part of her soul away from her.
