“It’s all your fault. If you die then he will come back to lead us,” Onearle’s certainty burns out of his eyes.
“No he won’t. I’m sorry but he’s happy with me and the family we’re building,” her hand comes to rest, without thought across the slight swelling of her belly. The gesture goes unseen by Onearle though as with a roar of rage he runs her through.
“Aella!!” Massimo’s bellow of fury shakes the very foundations of the surrounding houses, and he runs full pelt to catch her when she falls.
Copyright Emily Morris 2017