Chapter 20: The Forest Attack

Azrel

“She's beautiful.” It was the only thought Azrel could muster. His heart pounded in his chest.

With the veil off he was able to see the differences between his sister and her. Her chin was sharper and her face was a different shape, not so harsh. Her eyes were kinder, her lips were bigger, and he hated to see her frown. Still, she betrayed him.

“Not of her own will,” he reminded himself. He still had mixed feelings about whether or not to trust her but for now, he supposed he would have no choice.

He spent the rest of the night in the crow sanctuary.

“Why are we still so detached?” he asked the statue of Bram but he felt no answer. Of course, when he needed the voice the most it seemed to disappear from his thoughts completely.

This woman transported him to the realm of dreams. She was his anchor.

“I wonder,” he thought grimly, “if there was ever an anchor that was wrong for the crow.”