Valka
Prying Drustan out of Kara's arms proves impossible--that is, without hurting either of them. I watch in slow horror as the human children shriek in our terror and she sucks.
Jessamine's sobbing to the side, yanking at Kara's legs, telling her she's hurting her brother. Tristan's clapping and giggling. Asterin has the strangest, stricken expression on his face, a newly found curiosity as he notes each swallow Kara takes.
Lucien's hand clamps on Kara's shoulder, his grip merciless as he peers into her grey eyes and speaks a single word, stripped of emotion.
"Sleep."
And even then, she didn't just sleep. She screeches.
The sound is animal, torn straight from her lungs as she claws for Drustan, who has gone eerily still in my arms, his small body slack with shock. Her screams rake the air until they fracture into hoarse, broken sounds. Thrashing. Then nothing.
Her body collapses. Her eyelids flutter and fall shut.
