Skyla's POV
Blaze pulled me aside just in time before Zephyr's corpse fell to the ground like a lifeless ragdoll. His blood painted the darkness of his floor, and the silence that followed was more deafening than any scream.
I shuddered in horror, and a breathy sigh of relief left my lips.
We did it?
Somehow, everything still felt unreal.
"Skyla? You're shaking?" Blaze rasped, making me snap out of my trance. I had just realized I was indeed shaking both from the fear and shock.
"Are you hurt, love?" Blaze asked.
"No- uh… I'm alright," I muttered and clung to him tightly.
Kai gently brushed a blood-streaked strand of hair from my face, his thumb lingering on my cheek as if to convince himself I was honest. "Blaze, take her home, please; she needs rest," Kai said.
"No- your mothe
