Chapter Seventy
Faelyn's eyes slowly blink open, and before Amendiel's leaping heart can hope for much, they flutter back close in exhaustion.
Why?
Why is the dragon caring for her…
Didn't he say that she had collaborated with Juta and intentionally killed their child?
Tears burn in Faelyn's eyes. She doesn't ever want to wake up, but the darkness isn't safe either, it ends up swallowing her and pushing her into the hands of an inescapable nightmare… A place where all her enemies are alive.
Amiral.
Faelyn can see her playing with her mother's ash, and then the sight of her severed head rolling towards her. Her dead gaze. Haunting her. Cursing her with retribution.
From the dream, Leera suddenly appears. Her fingers are pointing at Faelyn.
"Look at your child! Dead!" Her vicious laughter rings out, skittering across Faelyn's body like a spider's claw-like appendages.
Faelyn can see her holding the dead child in her arms.
