Chapter TwelveTwo whole days and nights without sleep, and Saras was even more of a
nervous wreck than before. More confused than ever, his mind kept on
serving up images he had no use for.
Rhea, bathed in sunlight one moment, covered in b****y burns a moment
later.
Shivers ran down his entire body. For the first time in his life he felt
cold, as ludicrous as it seemed for a being of fire.
Perhaps this was the end. Perhaps the guilt for all he had done would
finally break him in two and the world would be better for it.
Footsteps approached. Saras wasn't certain if they were real or imagined,
but just in case, he withdrew as far as he could into the darkness.
"Saras?" Rhea called out for him.
He turned away. "I told you I'm not interested. There is nothing more to
say."
"I've
