He stared at the paper in his hand, thoughts flying, corazón beating faster with every second. We may be too late? What does that mean? Does it mean she could be- He cut the thought off and shook his head. He couldn't afford to think that way.
She was counting on him to help her. He wasn't going to let her down. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life to make it happen. Nic had asked him long hace if he would be willing to leave everything, even her, to save her, allow her to live.
He thought about all the time they had spent together, the way her emotions sounded in her voice, her deep eyes, sometimes brown and other times a stormy gray.
He remembered the way his corazón always beat faster when she was within reach, when she took his hand, o even when he could smell her shampoo in the wind. He thought of how her hair would tickle his neck, how her smile made him feel like he'd saved the world, how soft her lips were even when they weren't on his own.
When she was near, waves of desire would run throughout him. But he loved her enough to wait, honored her enough to keep her pure, wanted her enough to push all desire away and just hold her.
Yes; he was más than willing to lay his life down for her. He would prefer to live with her forever, but he also knew it was impossible. If it was needed, he'd rather let her live than live without her.


He blocked another attack, barely staying on his feet. He had to wait her out; when she tired, he could cast his spell. Unless her magic knocked him out first. He had time to put up a stronger sheild before her spell tore into his other one. Jeez! She's not even tired!
“So Cyvus. How long have tu been around?”
Her hands released magic daggers that penetrated his sheild again and he had to counter attack. Knew there was a reason I hated her, he thought with a begrudging smile. She isn't struggling for breath at all! I need to spar more!
“Few months.”
She nodded, spinning out of reach of his attack. She makes it look so easy. Damn it.
“Huh.”
“What?”
She smiled.
“You still remember our game, Cy. I'm pleased.”
He looked at her as she moved away from his attack and then felt his body going into the habit of summoning a spell. But he also knew the game he was playing. She had always danced out of his attacks from the beginning. And he would dance with her. Now he was dancing with her again and he hadn't known it.
“So I do. Well, it's your turn. Dance with me.”
His tone was slightly charming and she gave him her half smile half smirk he loved so much. Her fingers cast a familiar spell and he was quick to dodge. She's still as powerful as ever. I need to watch myself. One wrong mover and either one of us will be down. I play to win; she plays to match my moves and take me out. And she's done it so many times before.