You will do the right thing, I repeated down the fuzzy connection that led into Aran’s sleeping subconscious. Sacrifice yourself to help others. Show them you are righteous.
Tears dripped.
My limbs twitched.
Warren whined as I lay wide awake in the dark bedroom, paralyzed with pain.
Luckily for Aran, I also lived inside her head, and I was a monster.
Today Aran would walk into the arena for the showcase, and she would earn her wings. There was no other choice.
Arabella Alis Egan would rise above the atrocities that I’d committed against her. The Latin translation of Alis was “wings,” after all.
She would claim her birthright.
And the realms would never be the same.
To be continued…