“He wasn’t looking forward to whatever came next, as icicles fell like daggers alongside the snowflakes. At least she’d locked him in his own room this time, rather than the dungeon. And thankfully, Theia had gotten away somehow. He missed her. He would always miss her. The gaping crater his heart once claimed would forever feel her absence. Something stirred inside him. A strong desire to go somewhere unnamed came upon him and grew until it became an urgent need. He was being called … nay, summ...oned. He clutched the bed post as a terrible searing overtook his internal organs and he choked on air. It wasn’t possible… . Surely nobody would … Again, a seizing pain clawed at him. He gasped as he saw his flesh become transparent, fading into a mere whisper. It was true, then. Someone was invoking him. He prayed it wasn’t Theia—but he had no business praying, did he? He damned himself for not warning her about this. It was too late for damning, though, and she would know that soon enough.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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