Seraphina's POV
"Elira, face me!" My voice sounded through the night, it was weak and furious.
But she only laughed, her image was burning red on the moonlight cliffs. Her eyes moved to Lyric in my arms, it was glowing, innocent, and unaware, and then she disappeared into the shadows.
For a while, I thought it was over. The battlefield paused, the last of her shadow wolves turning to dust. The sea fortress stood standing but alive. Myra was gone, but somehow we had survived.
"We're safe, you're safe, my love." I looked down at Lyric, pressed on my chest, saying it in a low voice.
Then he whimpered. It was soft at first, a weak sound broke me more than a scream. His tiny hand turned, and I saw blood on his palm. A dagger lay on the ground beside us, it was blackened and smoking with a strange glow.
"No, no, no, no…" My stomach dropped.
"Seraphina, what is it?" Kira's voice came with panic.
"The dagger stung him, Gods… she stung him." My hands shook as I turned Lyric over.
