The imp’s jagged teeth pierced the top of my shoulder but I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered at this moment. All I could do was stare at her as she walked forward. Her hair was coal-black as the wind blew it around her pale shoulders. A new look? That didn’t matter either. No matter what she would always be perfect to me. My precious April with those crimson eyes. She was alive. She was smiling at me as she sang her eyes glowing in a steady pattern that calmed my soul. That was new. But none of that mattered as long as I could see her. “April?” I whispered. Please don’t let this be a dream again, don’t take her away from me.
The imp pulled back from her meal as she touched her lips. “Alchemists really are something else. Considering the whole lost humanity thing I expected you to taste
