C426 BITTER GIFT OF LIFE

"Don't look at my legs, Aria, look at me," the Young Prince said, his voice a low rattle that seemed to come from his chest instead of his throat.

He was slumped against the stone wall of the old city. His skin was the color of old bone. The bite from the hound was glowing with a sickly green light that seemed to eat away at the bronze of his muscle. Every time he tried to breathe