The knot in my throat grew more pronounced with the dying light of my phone.
The message was from Kael.
Kael... the exact opposite of Varg's crude, bone-crushing, soul-crushing demeanor. His words seeped through the cracks in the screen and touched my wounded soul directly.
"Vespera," the message began. Kael's soft, romantic voice seemed to whisper right in my ear.
"I know you are fading among those piles of stone, in the shadow of that monster. Alberta's winter is not meant for your sweet skin. Meet me in the forest, under the ancient oak tree. I will take you home, to those shimmering lights, to the soft world you deserve. My wounded Omega... let me save you from that unmarked neck, from your humiliated soul. I don't care that you said yes at the Council; I know your heart said no..."
