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Everything inside flips. Over and over.
I watched her fall. I felt the burn in my ankle.
My heart hurts ten times more than my ankle.
Not her! Not her!
Anyone but her. Kill me instead! Please take me instead!
But I can't change what has happened. It has happened and no one can change it.
We have won. John killed him. But at a price. A price that crushes me inside. I can't talk. I can't think about anything but her beautiful brown eyes (Sorry if that's inaccurate. I can't remember). Her auburn hair that was soft to the touch. I loved her. I still do.
But now she's gone. I'm not sure if it was worth it. Maybe I get my home back. But it wasn't worth the love of my life.
I don't think I'll even return home. Maybe I'll go back to India and stay in the mountains, trying to push sadness away.
I need a distraction.
Whenever my eyes close I see her body on his sword. I hear Ella calling out to her. I watch, helplessly as Sêtrakus pushes her limp body off the sword.
"Eight..." She whispers before her eyes close and the scar comes.
That part is the most vivid. That word. My name. I never knew it could hurt so much.
Maybe it hurts because it was the last word that came out of Marina's mouth.