Anwen

Someone screams. I think it might be me.

I slide across the glass-covered floor to Estrella’s side and wrap my arms around her. My heart hammers.

“No, no, no,” I mumble. “You can’t—not after—please.” My voice breaks on the last word.

Her body is still warm. That has to mean something. It fucking has to. Agony rumbles through me, just a promise of what’s to come if—

There are other people in this castle. Healers. Apothecaries. I need ...