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Everything from her kneecap down was gone, even the gown she wore had crumbled. Her arms went next, showering the earth and sinking deep into the soil.
She fell to her knee’s, her arms gone and shoulders quickly eroding. The screaming stopped when her face caved in, her jaw becoming just as brittle as the rest of her. Her eyes sunk into the hole in her face, followed by her nose and lips, melting into the shards of her auburn hair.
Within seconds, there was nothing left.
The Blood Witch was gone.
Holly had killed her.
She barely seemed to notice, turning so quickly her hair was ripped from her face. There was only one problem. The spot
Tristan died in was empty. His blood staining the grass was the only thing that remained.
We locked eyes, and despite everything we’d been through, the only thing that passed between us was panic. That panic quickly turned to grim realization when Breyona let out snarl that froze the blood pumping in my veins.
Slowly, we turned to face the source of Breyona’s aggression.
It looked like Tristan, blonde hair blowing in the breeze, standing on two feet as he scanned his surroundings, but it wasn’t him. The way he moved was off. Many times he’d look down at his hands, spreading his fingers before clenching them into fists.
Holly sucked in a sharp gust of air that fractured into a sob, one that caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning in our direction.
I recognized the eyes I stared into.
They were my father’s.
A deep blue just a few shades darker than Tristan’s stared out at us. With the slickness of oil, they slid to Holly’s face, registering the grief that painted her delicate features in deep shadows and sharp angles.
“What did you do, Holly?” The voice that emerged didn’t belong to either Tristan or our father. It was an amalgamation of both.
Breyona’s hackles lifted as her body coiled, seconds away from pouncing.
Holly’s hands trembled as she brought them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn’t until the last time that they finally managed to stick.
“The right thing.” She whispered.
Realizing what his youngest daughter had done, our father let out a furious roar that sent the shadows scattering in all directions. Bats fled from the tree’s, melting into the night to escape the fury of the resurrected Vampire King.
Our father hadn’t so much as taken a step before faltering. The light in his eyes flickered, deep blue fading in and out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle on one station. The answer drifted through my head, carried on the echo of a breeze.
Freya had bound their life forces together.
“Breyona, don’t.” I warned her, a hand raised in her direction.
Attacking him would do no good, not when he was already dying.
My father turned his head in my direction. A rueful smile crossed his face, so unlike
Tristan that I couldn’t help but marvel at the expression.
“Daisy, my heir. All of the power in the world, and you’re too much of a coward to use it.”
He rasped, attempting to take a step but stumbling as he did so. The light in his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing weaker with every breath that rattled in his lungs.
He fell to his knees in the same spot Freya had been in.
“Such a disappointment.”
The light in his eyes flickered once, then twice, before sputtering out completely. Tristan, his body once more an empty vessel, fell to the ground.
Holly quickly followed, kneeling at his side. Still pale faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body over and laid him flat against the earth.
“Oh, Goddess…” Breyona whispered sadly.
I didn’t fully understand why until I felt a touch at my back. The sensation of someone standing close by was like an electrical pulse to my already shot nerves. Tree’s blurred into one as I spun around, only to find myself steadied by a familiar face. Nolan.
My mind was so jumbled, my nerves so raw, that I hadn’t even felt the sparks licking over my skin as he approached.
He had a wound on his head that looked freshly healed. There was a lot of blood, but most of it had dried. It ran down his sculpted cheek, past his rigid jawline and down his neck. A wound like that would’ve killed a human, but not Nolan.
Even wounded, the sight of him warmed me from the inside out.
That was, until a certain blonde came to mind.
“Cassidy-“I stammered, struggling to find the words.
Nolan didn’t mind, though. Even with the dried blood smeared across his cheek, there was a look of peace on his face that I hadn’t seen in months. He held my face in his hands, running his thumbs over my cheeks. in slow circles, a glimmer of joy in his eyes at the fact that
I-that we, were alive.
“She’s dead.” He replied, not an ounce of emotion in his voice.
I wanted to ask more. I wanted every single detail up to her last miserable breath, and I was going to ask for it before I heard another familiar voice hit the air.
“Brother.”
Giovanni stood off to the side, rooted in place and just a few feet away from Tristan and Holly. Before
Breyona could approach, he walked over to Tristan’s body and sank to his knees. He didn’t register
Holly’s presence, even when she let out a gut- wrenching cry.
The thick curls that fell from his head hung in his face, swaying gently in the breeze.
“Go on.” Nolan whispered, nudging me towards the two of them.
A flicker of grief hid deep within the golden notes of his eyes, so buried that you’d have to know just where to look to find it, but once you did, you’d see how endless it truly was. Through a mutual hatred between two men vying for my heart, an odd sort of respect was born, one that teetered on the cusp of something more, but never had the time to make the plunge.
Only when I lowered myself to the ground, the soil and grass cold against my kneecaps, did Holly look up from Tristan’s face.
“I-I am so sorry, Daisy.” 1
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