Page 222 of Savage Throne
Their faces were as vivid as a memory but touched with something ethereal, something that made them more than just the people I once knew. They weren’t just here—they were luminous, glowing faintly as though lit from within.
Ghosts?
Romeo’s sharp, cocky grin was intact but his eyes carried something more profound.
More ancient.
Chanel stood beside him, her soft smile radiating warmth.
They were dressed in deep, elegant red, the fabric flowing like liquid fire, shimmering faintly as if the threads were spun from light itself.
In fact, they looked like they were stepping into a grand ballroom, not standing in the blood-soaked arena.
Time slowed.
My chest heaved as I stared at them, unable to look away.
This isn’t real. It has to be the poison playing tricks on me.
But they were so clear.
Every detail, every line of their faces, every fold in their impossibly elegant clothing—it all felt real.
Romeo’s gaze locked on me and his smirk softened.
Chanel lifted her hand as if to reach out but she stopped short and her fingers hovered just above the air.
My knees felt weak.
My hand gripping the sword shivered.
I wanted to speak, to ask if this was real, but my throat was tight.
Moni whispered, “Lei?”
I turned to her. “Can you see them?”
“See what, Lei?”
Then, behind Moni, other shadows rippled.
More ghosts?
Two figures emerged and my chest tightened further.
“What’s wrong?” Moni widened her eyes. “Do you want me to shoot him, Lei?”
Behind her, a Black man and woman stepped forward from the shadows.
Their forms were no less radiant.
No less surreal.
Their features were achingly familiar, the resemblance to Moni striking and unmistakable.
Her parents.
I swallowed.
