Thalia
The entire bed sheet is drenched in fairy blood. My blood. I tremble while sitting in it and reach out my hand, touching my mangled wings that are lying torn beside me.
“No...” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Why would you...why would you do this to me?”
My fingertips slide over my wings, but no magic surges through my veins. I can’t repair them, and without them, I’m lost. I cannot use magic or shape-shift into a human form without my beloved wings.
A whimper escapes from my lips, and I slowly lift my head to look up at the man that promised he would never hurt me. He is standing there with an amused smirk on his face, and I start sobbing uncontrollably.
“Zane...why did you do this?”
There is no answer.
“You’re a monster...” I sob. “
That gets his attention.
Zane’s da
