Aria's POV.
"No..."
The word barely escaped my lips. My father's body laid motionless in my arms. His blood stained my hands. His silver eyes, so full of warmth only moments ago, now stared at nothing.
This was not fair. I had spent my whole life wondering who my parents were. I had found my father, only to lose him once more.
My chest let out a scream. The sound echoed across the valley. The silver markings covering my skin blazed brighter than ever before. The earth shook violently beneath my feet.
I couldn't stop crying and I couldn't stop shaking. Every memory I've never had, every moment we had lost, every birthday without him, every depressing night, all landed on me at once.
"I hate you..." I whispered.
Then I looked up and saw Malachar stood across the courtyard, his black s
