Valka
I am free-falling, screaming at the pain from the spear in my chest. I will die. I know I have no other choice. My body is not nearly strong enough to make the fall. Or heal from the spear currently sticking out of my chest.
My heart is both hurt. And broken. My thoughts are in disarray.
She is a constant presence in her mind, asking to help, asking me to let her in. She has been more vocal of late, since I started suffering fainting spells and nose bleeds. That dormancy is gone, and with it she seems to have regained whatever part of her that she lost.
And she has been angry. Very angry. She bade me to return to Lucien and I refused. My health worsens when I am around him. He is not good for me. But she doesn't care. She hardly ever cares. All she knows, all she wishes for is to return home.
"Let. Me. In." Ilya growls. "We will die if you do not let me help you, child."
