Chapter 123: Epilogue

The horses didn’t stop, slow, or stall until they reached a small lake that was miles away from the castle. Pontius sprung off the horse and gingerly brought Theo down to lay gently on the grass. Theo’s face was gaunt and pale, his eyes sunken in and hallow as he looked up at the sky sightlessly. His body was limp as if his life had been sucked out of him, and he couldn’t even summon up the strength to raise a finger.

Neivayka rushed to his side and gripped one limp hand in hers, and brought it to her face, shocked and terrified by how cold it was. She pressed a kiss to the back of his hand and was startled when she discovered it was wet until she realized those were her own tears falling on it.

“Theo… please,” she pleaded as she wept. “Please speak to me… please.”