days

~

a gun i

od dripping from his temple onto the cold marble floor.

something. Gui

e's only

the tr

ke silk wrapped in steel. He stands beside me, close enoug

ightens o

's here, why his blood is staining the flo

ka, searching

" he reminds me. "

ve

ull like an echo of som

olde," Luka murmurs.

se is a wild thing, th

isn

n't

I

missing memories, I know the truth:

on't be

ips part as if he's about to speak, but no words co

omething a

ls heavier

the t

ath ca

th

ing me. His touch is firm, unyieldin

harp twists

s not just teaching me how to survive

now if I shou

rate