Liia was past words. She was past being giving. She was past anything other than fighting. Liia was coming to give the pain. She was coming to end an elder. Cerci, who interrupted her grieving; who stole her precious moments…
Morgan swallowed at that. She needed to know he wasn’t fully gone but how was he going to get out of this?
Liia held him close, clutched in her fist that provided care and shelter. Even there, her energy rolled off of her hand in rivets.
“Have you brought me my prize?” Cerci grinned. “He was a tricky one to obtain…”
Morgan frowned at that. What the hell did she mean by it? Death turned away from him finally and back to the events unfolding before them. It pushed Morgan to do the same.
Liia didn’t bother to give into her pleasantries. Her anger was palpable. Th
