He finally turned. His eyes—one silver, one gold—held the weight of every god he’d devoured, every realm he’d unmade. But beneath that ancient hunger, something else flickered. Something that looked almost like fear.
“To speak.” I stepped closer, my bare feet pressing into cold marble stained with divine blood. “And I’m telling you now—you don’t get to fall alone.” When he takes -Fallen god 2- - Gabrielle Sands
He pulled me against his chest, and his wings closed around us like a tomb. Like a womb. Like the beginning of something that had no name yet. He finally turned
It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again. He finally turned. His eyes—one silver