Chapter Seven
I don’t feel different when I wake up. Not like anything has changed. It’s as if it all never happened. But the concerned eyes of my four Guardians tell me all I need to know. It was real. Someone killed me. And I’m back, alive, Immortal.
“Wyn, you made it,” Crispin whispers, his eyes red-rimmed. “I... “ His voice fails and he stifles a sob. I tear up watching him being so emotional. He must have thought I was dead. Judging from their exhausted expressions, they all have.
“See, I told you she would make it.”
My mother makes her way to my bed and the twins step away respectfully, their gaze still fixed on me. They seem too shocked to speak.
“Wyn, I am so proud of you.” Beira presses a soft kiss on my forehead. Her skin is surprisingly warm. When she pulls back, I quickly
