Page 106 of Sleeping Redemption

“I love you, Kin. Always have, always will,” he huskily whispered while his lips brushed over mine.

Before I could respond, I felt the hot plunge of my Divinity Sword drive straight through my sternum. I gasped at the onslaught of shock that the sensation brought.

Tears instantly spilled from my eyes as I stared at Sylas, my hands shakily holding onto his shirt now.

I looked down to see my sword buried through my midsection, the runes on it glowing hotter than an iron forge. Liquid warmth spilled out of me, coating the blade in a dull shade of scarlet as it was withdrawn from my body.

Sy dropped my Divinity Sword to the ground, and the clatter was the only noise other than the voices all around me erupting into chaos.

Lucifer cursing.

Rook yelling out his despair.

Atlas angrily joining him.

My knees buckled, and before I could collapse, Sylas grabbed my arms and eased me down to the ground. His hand ran over the side of my face as I stared up at the stars above us.

The hold I had on Sy’s shirt weakened as I lay there, my hands falling to my sides. My fingertips brushed against the softest and final remaining white feather nestled in my wings.

The night seemed to grow darker, or maybe it was my vision. A tingling sensation ate away at my body as all the voices began to quiet. It brought a sense of peace that felt right. It reminded me of the scent of sunshine and fruit ripened to perfection.

Everything faded, carrying me into my fate with ease as the pressure of all my burdens released.

The last of my puppet strings severed, and it hadn’t hurt hardly at all.

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