Darkness. That’s all what Erys could see. He didn’t know if he had gone blind, or it was only his world that turned completely dark. He couldn’t even tell the difference if his eyes were opened or closed. His body throbbed, muscles screaming in the ache. The irritating pain from the red collar on his neck had no more effect on him … He grew used to it … He had felt so much worse than that. Erys was broken. His heart was broken. He couldn’t stop thinking about her … and what she did to him again and again and again. He wanted to cry, but no more tears came out. For how many times he tried to remind himself that Mave was only a human, that he shouldn’t be so affected like this—but why was it so painful? Why did it damage him this much? He pictured out that moment when they were above the sk

