Chapter 67
January: 3,389 BC
Uncharted Territories: Prince of Tyre
NINSIANNA
If she held her breath until her head grew dizzy, would the memories of Mikhail go away? Would he fade from her mind and alleviate this hopeless ache which had taken up residence in her chest ever since the night she'd acknowledged Mikhail was dead? Or would his memory stay with her forever? Fresh. Joyful. And painful. Accursed memories! Why could she not wipe away the yearning to curl up beside him and fall asleep within the shelter of his wings?
"Mother? If you can forgive me for foolishly allowing myself to be used as bait to lead Mikhail into a trap, please let me know that he's okay?"
Sobs wracked her body and she felt that great, dark void press against her spirit. She couldn't see the void, of course.
