Chapter 37 - Androkles

She seemed content at least to stand here and let me rub her forehead. She reached up and gently ran the back of her fingers along my arm. "I wish that I could have seen you. I wish that I could see you, Andy," she whispered.

I may have cuts and bruises along my arm, but I don’t care because she is touching me. "I'm glad you couldn't. Witnessing such things... I didn't want you to see me like that." I told her.

I’d felt a surge of power that I’d only felt at rare moments previously, even if they were fleeting. I was reasonably sure there were moments out there, flickers, of the destroyer I’m prophesied to be. But when Eugenius started to trash talk about Ismene-Eirene. I couldn’t contain it. The rage was too much to control.

She continued touching me, fingers gently caressing up and down my forearm. It was oddly calming. No, it’s not odd, not anymore. The more I’ve spent with her, the more I’ve realized something. I would die for this woman, kill for her, and move heaven and earth t