Fallen to Grace Page 23
Altera didn’t dare look beyond the orb. Bat-like wings still cast shadows over ruby clouds and her tongue locked to the roof of her mouth as she dried up a scream in her throat.
“They’re leaving,” Uruk said, his voice a broken sound across the still sea of silence between them.
She caught her breath enough to speak. “She’s still alive,” Altera whispered, knowing that this would be a daughter of the sky, a Windborn child of beauty and grace that would be an undeserved blessing for them all, should the babe survive their cruel world.
Her husband’s grip on her tightened. “She won’t be for long.”
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