CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
"What?" The breath shudders out of Faelyn as she stares at Amendiel in shock.
His hand trembles as it traces her cheek, following the tear tracks like crystal streams. His thumb brushes away the moisture while his golden eyes memorize every line of her face, as if trying to burn her image into his memory.
"I've already decided - when you woke up, I would let you choose freely. I won't interfere with your life anymore."
Free?
Faelyn's stunned expression transforms into blazing fury that floods through her eyes like green fire. She smacks his hand away from her face, stale bitterness coursing through her veins.
"You won't let me die and wither…?" She sneers, her temper rising despite her weakness. Exertion makes her heart race until black spots dance at the edges of her vision, but she refuses to faint.
"You're going to let me go. Such noble words!" She hisses, hysterical laughter bubbling from her parched throat.
"Isn't it already too late?!"
