"To find my half soul,"
That's what she said.
But what did it truly mean?
Did it mean she was only a half of a soul—just like her body, caught somewhere between life and death, walking a line that was neither fully living nor completely gone?
Aether stared at her, his mind tangled in confusion. He couldn't figure out what the hell she was trying to say, but one thing was clear from the way her eyes burned—she was about to do something reckless.
A sacrifice?
His heart jumped.
"Hell no!"
Aether shook his head violently, taking a step forward. "Are you out of your damn mind? Are you trying to throw your life away or something?" he snapped, his voice tight with panic as his fingers dug into her arms, trying to pull her back to sense.
