Elian felt his body slowly break down under the portal. It was scary as it was the first time he felt something like this. But before unease could even enter his heart, a soft hand interlocked its fingers with his.
Even without words he could feel the affectation from her touch. And although she trembled, she didn't let go of his hand. As if to say that come what may, they would be together.
As he had already lost his eyes and ears, only the sensation of the person's skin told him he was not alone. But it was enough; the cold chill radiating from the hand made him certain of who it was.
Bianca Valestra.
The ghost who saved him.
A villainess shunned by the world.
But to him, she was the beauty who filled his life with color and meaning.
He gripped her hand tighter.
The moment he found out how she was hunted and died, he made a promise. To eradicate the old world that dared to mess with her. And now? He was about to complete this promise.
