Anya finally fell asleep in my arms. I hate seeing her suffer like this. I touched her soft cheek that was still wet from her tears. Her eyes are a little red and puffy but she is still beautiful as ever.
She was attacked by strangers who didn't care about her well being but yet she weeps over her enemies deaths, what a strange girl. I couldn't help but chuckle with disbelief just thinking about how her mind works.
I shook my thoughts away cleaning the tears off her face with my thumbs.
Blaze told me a while ago that the body's that were in the room dissolved into black ashes that formed the shape of their body's.
A shiver went down my spine just thinking about how powerful that drug was to turn those men into ashes.
I have know idea who they were or what they wanted with Anya but their is no mistaking it, the symbol on their clothes belonged to the emperor.
I studied every inch of Anya's beautiful face. 'Why is the emperor after you Anya?' But the most important question I should be asking is. 'Who are you?'