"Azrel?"

Azrel stopped looking at his changed form and saw that he was alone again save for one dark-haired girl; she held her hand to him. He tried to remember if they had met before.

"I am a monster." He shied away from her but she stepped closer regardless.

"Azrel take my hand." She spoke with the voice of a thousand women before her. Being close to her made him feel more at ease. He felt human again.

"Please?" She spoke softly and he felt his heart buckle for her.

He reached for her hand feeling like he might crush her with his new claws. When they touched, he felt calm for the first time since he was a child.

***

Anaya and Azrel are hiding secrets. She is a spy for the rebels against her own will. He has a new power that changes him into a beastly creature. Posing as siblings, their love becomes another secret they bare. Together they must find a way to save the kingdom and each other. 

Spoils of War is created by Jo Thromby, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Spoils of War

“Azrel.” Anaya muttered but he did not respond. She kissed him again hoping that he would open his eyes and look at her but he lay there lifeless. The blood seeping from his stomach seemed never ending. 


Anaya waited as patiently as she could for him to start healing like he always did. She waited for him to open his eyes and to laugh with her again. The blood began to pool beneath him. 


“Why isn't he healing?” She looked to Islo who held the same blank expression that she did. “Why isn't he healing!” She repeated more urgently. 


She searched his chest for a heartbeat and was relieved to find one. She looked to the sky above praying with silent lips. 


“Azrel please.” She muttered again. She focused on the link between them struggling to find it through her racing emotions. She pressed her hands to his chest and allowed the energy from her body to seep into his. 


Chapter 42: The Cell