Chapter 101 A Shoulder To Sink Onto

Ariana’s POV

It all smelled like burning flesh.

I could feel my heart breaking over and over again. The pain gnawed at my chest, and I could barely breathe.

Everything felt… tight.

Damon’s hands held me, while he said nothing, his protective hold keeping me in place.

I had a passing thought; my feet running into the flames where Nero burned but I knew, I very much knew he wouldn’t let me go.

My screams thundered through the entire space and I could feel myself reaching into the belly of my own desolation.

I hated that I asked myself this question so much that nothing changed.

Why couldn’t I save him?

Why did I search for him if it would only lead him to the flames of death?

Why did they die while I lived to remember the injustice they left behind?

Why did I survive all to remember?

My hands tightened around the sword.

From first glance you would easily be able to see the dedication and hard work put into its forging.