C22 Avery

I clutched the daggers tighter in my hands. The handles dug into my palms as my gaze drifted to Simeon laying face up in the snow. His breathing was slow and even. But there was a reason why he wasn’t waking. He hadn’t had a head injury like me. His silver-white hair shone nearly white in the morning sun.

Like if Simeon was the moon, then this Fae was the dark side of the moon