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Caspia
F ight it.
"Please, Caspia." Andreas's voice was a dull murmur against the fire raging in my veins.
The monster thirsted for death. For his blood to be part of the growing pools on the marble floor. For it to color my tongue.
Fight it.
A scream ripped from my throat, shaking the walls.
He dropped his sword. "I love you."
Fight it.
I battled against the pain. Against the bloodlust. But with every heartbeat, the monster ripped away more control.
A baby's cry carried through a window in the castle above. The sound pierced through the madness, and for one heartbreaking moment, I was in control.
I was Starling.
This body was mine to command.
I forced my wings to my will.
The monster raged.
But held her bloodlust in check.
Not for long. But long enough.
I fought for his life. And hers.
Until Andreas picked up that sword. Until he did what had to be done.
Until the Divine called me home.