Chapter 151: The Gentle Guardian

Calla’s POV

My hands had been on fire. My lungs had been full of smoke. My head had hit the ground hard enough to make the world stop.

And yet, none of that was happening now.

Rather, I was lying in the grass, gently cradled by warm hands, the sun shining overhead, the canopy swaying in the breeze and sending dappled shadows across the forest floor.

Above me, a weeping angel statue knelt with its