Faye sat on the ground, her hand resting lightly against Alexander’s chest. His breathing had grown shallow, each inhale weaker than the last. She could barely feel the rise and fall beneath her palm anymore, and his heartbeat had slowed to a faint, irregular rhythm that terrified her.
But Faye didn’t move. She just sat there, staring into nothing, her mind numb from grief and disbelief. The world around her had gone strangely quiet, as though even the wind and the trees were holding their breath... waiting for the inevitable.
Somewhere behind her, footsteps approached. Sage had come looking for her. She had known Faye would be here; the training ground was the one place her sister always turned to when her world started to fall apart... Alexander was probably with her too.
Sage stopped
