“Yes, I’m here,” he whispered, leaning against her and humming softly. She felt the vibrations in her chest, soft and reassuring.
“What happened? Why did it take you so long? Are you alright? Did you find a cure? I kept trying to contact you but I could never sense you.”
Thorion pulled away. There was something wretched about him, like he had grown dim around the edges. His scales were dull and his eyes held a strange, wild darkness.
“What have you done?” she whispered, staring at him as if she’d never seen him before.
“Only what was necessary,” he croaked. His voice was raspy and dry. “I exorcised the clean half of my soul.”
Keriya’s hands flew to her mouth. “You actually did it.”
“You wanted me to do it,” he countered, a hint of accusation in his tone.
Max joined them then. Thorio
