Page 287 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I went still.

It had sounded like thunder, but there’d been a strange crashing noise at the end.

BOOOOOOOOOM. SHHHHHHHHKKKK.

That was the only warning we got.

Snow fell from the sky in flakes so small they were barely perceivable.

I dusted it off me, water pooling beneath my fingers as it melted.

I turned my hand over.

Stared.

Bright red streaked across pale skin.

My brain glitched.

I gasped as I realized what it was.

Holy mother of the sun god.

I stumbled backward and hyperventilated as I ducked my head low and shielded my eyes.

Xerxes studied my hands and asked, “How did you hurt yourself?” Tiny streaks of crimson trailed down his face.

“I-I-I-It’s-s-s-s.” My teeth chattered from both cold and fear.

“Take a deep breath.” Xerxes coached like I was a weak woman that needed his protection.

Red trailed down his hands.

“Glass,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

Wetness poured down my face.

Xerxes stopped.

Purple eyes widened.

He looked at my blood-covered face in silence as he touched his own crimson-streaked cheek.

“W-W-We need a p-plan.” I took a step toward him and winced as particles of glass lodged in the bottom of my feet.

The visibility was getting worse.

Glass was falling like snow and piling onto the field.

If we left the arena, we failed.

A humorless laugh bubbled up my throat, and my shoulders shook from the cruelty of it all. It was hopeless.

We had to stay out here until morning.

It was freezing.

It was raining glass.

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