-THEIA-
Aquila’s body lay motionless, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. My breath hitched, stuck somewhere between my chest and throat. My chest twisted at the thought of her being gone forever.
A guttural, heart-wrenching roar tore through the cave, bouncing off the walls like a storm. The ground beneath me trembled with its force.
Out of nowhere, Petru appeared from above, all in black, his giant bat wings flapping until he dropped to his knees beside her. He didn’t hesitate, his hands trembling as he gently brushed the pale blond strands from her face. His voice was barely a whisper, raw with emotion. "You're going to be okay, little eagle. You're the strongest woman I've ever known."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead before gripping the blade. With a sharp pull
