In the early hours of the day, the temperature fluctuated wildly. However, the constant temperature system in the rose garden effectively kept the coolness at bay.
Yvonne Finley slowly came to her senses to find her fingers warm and real. She raised her eyes to see Warrior Tucker's lips, smeared with her blood. It was a haunting sight, filled with indescribable sadness. It was as if he seemed alive only at that moment, his fragile life ready to dissolve in the blink of an eye.
Something seemed to stick in her throat, making each breath feel like a painful tug at her soft flesh. "Where is…it?" she asked.
She knew the answer deep down, yet, she couldn't help but hope.
Caleb Baker's long lashes fluttered slightly. As he opened his eyes, traces of red spotted his lips. He rolled his Adam's apple, calm and unperturbed. "Don't worry, everything went smoothly."
His response only affirmed Yvonne's worst fears, that it had indeed happened.
