CHAPTER 22
AILA
“Psyche!”
I sensed him before I saw him.
Emyr stilled next to me while I sprung forwards, staring around the field, “Caelon?”
A few moment has passed and I heard distant mutterings. Emyr is still frowning next to me – his purple eyes trained in the dark, the fireflies glowing as they drifted around.
“Psyche!”
Caelon’s voice sound like it is coming from under the earth, muffled and hoarse. It is so full of raw emotions, full of guilt and misery.
I frowned, wondering about the name he is calling out.
I dove down at the bushes, searching frantically, “Caelon?”
I turned my head and glared at Emyr as he stands there, watching me, his eyes not leaving the space in front of him. I have this sudden urge to slap him off his trance but figured that it won’t earn me a coo
