His eyes were even more beautiful in human form. The silver was so much darker now that it could easily be mistaken for a green. They were glaring at me now, with a look so sharp that it threatened to tear my heart into tiny pieces.
But then something seemed to snap in him. It was like he was no longer seeing me, the pain in his eyes was back once more.
"Anna," he gasped, the agony in his voice ripped at me.
I stiffened.
Who was Anna?
Before I could ask him whom he was asking for, Caelan dropped back onto the ground. Knocked out cold once more. His hand however still had a strong grip on my wrist. I slowly pried his fingers off one by one before gripping the palm of his hand in my own and gently placing it back down on the ground besides him.
His forehead was creased and I wondered
