Vincent/Vaelthor~
Seeing my sister—my fierce, unbreakable Sylthara—crumpled on the forest floor like a discarded shadow, her body wracked with sobs and her breaths coming in shallow, desperate gasps, shattered something deep inside me. The mud we'd smeared on ourselves for camouflage now streaked her face like war paint from a lost battle, mixing with her tears into dark rivulets. Her eyes, usually so enigmatic and cold to the world, pleaded with me in a vulnerability she reserved only for these rare, private moments between us. "Vaelthor... please... take me back to Nick. I can't... I can't do this."
