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Chapter 89

RUBIN

“Psyche!”

I sensed him before I saw him.

Aeon stilled next to me while I sprung forwards, staring around the field, “Caelum?”

A few moment has passed and I heard distant mutterings. Aeon is still frowning next to me – his purple eyes trained in the dark, the fireflies glowing as they drifted around.

“Psyche!”

Caelum’s voice sound like it is coming from under the earth, muffled and hoarse. It is so full of raw emotions, full of guilt and misery.

I frowned, wondering about the name he is calling out.

I dove down at the bushes, searching frantically, “Caelum?”

I turned my head and glared at Aeon as he stands there, watching me, his eyes not leaving the space in front of him. I have this sudden urge to slap him off his trance but figured that it won’t earn me a cooperative Aeon, instead, I tugged at his cloak,

“Aeon,” He shook his head to the side as though he was beginning to wake from a dream, “Aeon!” I shouted, having no more of the patience I once had. Aeon remai