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He didn’t respond. Each second of his silence made her heart plummet lower and lower. “Darkheart?”

Still no response. Just blinking.

Agatha turned around to see the others trying to face Grim. Veeta was tackling Grim’s head, pinning him down. Zandera was holding his tail and furiously flapping her wings. Teroe held a sword-like object and made several swift cuts in Grim’s wings with it. Grim’ s roar echoed through the forest and birds scattered from their perches; away from whatever might threaten their young. Then Zandera was suddenly thrown back and her beautiful wings were crumpled in a heap by a tree. Whip-like marks covered her neck and stomach.

“ZANDERA!!” Agatha screamed she ran from Darkheart to the injured pigeon.

Grim threw the other two off of him and even though he was gasping for oxygen still managed a sickening smile, “Ahh, there’s the child.”