Chapter 132: There Has To Be A Cure

Carla

"What!" Ty's shout made her cringe, but she didn't step away.

The truth was coming out now, whether she liked it or not.

She hadn't wanted to tell him because she didn't want him to treat her differently. Like she was some kind of fragile thing.

He turned her hand over, his thumb caressing the Ouroboros. "Why didn't you tell me this before? How long do you have?"

She swallowed, suddenly not prepared to talk about this, or voice out loud as her life dropped away faster than the sands in an hour-glass timer. "Less than two months." The words were raw against her throat.

His sapphire gaze locked on her face, his expression falling. "When exactly."

"Friday the thirteenth." How fitting that the same day she was born would be the same day she died thirty years later.

"What about your father? You said he was a mage."

Her heart squeezed. "No, he died trying to protect me and my mother from one of Zarna's traps."