Angelo was left behind with Zira. He sat cross-legged beside her as his gaze swept over her features. She was a beauty in her own right.
Her height added to her cuteness. Remembering her sharp mouth made the prince chuckle. That surely makes up for the shortness.
His fingers traced her features as he memorized them. Maybe dreaming of her would make his long sleep more interesting.
Sadly, he couldn't admire her any longer. She was slowly running out of time. Angelo placed his hand over her heart and forehead.
His eyes slowly shut, as he concentrated his energy into his hands. As the foreign silvery mist flowed between them, the girl's body began to shake.
Time went by quite fast yet to Angelo, it seems to be getting slower by the second. He was losing energy faster than he wanted.
The inevitable was about to happen. Since he chose this path, he had no option but to go on with it.