The massive horned head lolled sideways to look at him and the Daeva’s green eyes met his. They were not terrifying now that Daxos looked back. He was unaware of the ages of harm the creature had done, the babies and beasts she had blissfully devoured so long ago.
All Daxos saw now in those eyes was pain and exhaustion beyond measure, and an unimaginable wish for the finality of death.
The only movement she made besides the lolling of her head was made by the torn wings that jutted from the spine at her back, where they were crushed against the rock face.
“Ti ise?” Daxos whispered, asking who she was.
The faded eyes looked at him and she opened her mouth to reveal broken fangs in a pained grimace. There was no sound.
As the Daeva tried to say something, to move just a bit more, a stre
