I crumple, my palm skating along the tree’s frozen face as I plop to the ground.“Alyssa?” Morpheus crouches beside me in an instant. He catches my chin and forces me to look at him. “Are you feeling anemic again?” I struggle to breathe. It grates inside my chest, like inhaling angry bees. Blood creeps into my throat and gags me.Morpheus’s jeweled markings flash through an anxious kaleidoscope of colors.
-A.G. Howard
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