Chapter 42

Alyssa

A sense of loss wrecks over my soul the moment feathers of an angel circle in the sky before vanishing into thin air. I'm broken. Azrael gave his life to save me, yet it suddenly feels like I'm dying, drowning in grief. My eyesight is already blurred from all the tears.

I still can't believe what happened.

Azrael pierced his own heart with his blade.

I sit on the mountain, down on my knees, while the sky is clearing up and the portal closes. Nothing is right, and I whimper when Sleepy places his hand on my shoulder. His calloused fingers massaging me are the only thing keeping me from screaming at the world.

Did Azrael plan this?

Probably.

That thought makes it harder to breathe. My chest is constricting, and there is a headache forming behind my eyelids. Scenes are playing inside my head: our meeting in the clearing, the first time I saw him in human form, and him saving me from Arachne, then kissing me. I witness our quarrel,