Chapter 63 Piecing the Puzzle

Deafening silence. Where is Dmitri? Anxiety floods my consciousness, which has been set quite ill at ease by the disappearance of my necklace. Within me swirl shards and broken fragments of things I used to remember. My arms are around Kyla, whose face looks like she's feeling the same thing I am: Something just broke. I gently release her and rise unsteadily to my feet. I have to find Dmitri. "Aerys?" a warm, velvety, anxiety-tightened male voice questions. I turn towards the voice and my eyes are captured by a pair of flaming orbs. "Dmitri," I breathe, relieved that he is close by. For a moment, we just stand staring at each other, taking each other in. There's a hole in his tuxedo shirt, which is stained with blood. His eyes reveal tightly coiled anticipation, desire, anxiety. All I want is to set him at ease. The next moment, we're in each other's arms, clinging to each other as though we're each afraid that the other will disappear. His lips find mine