Wings of the Eagles

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"Aeton..." Her breath was ragged and her golden brown eyes were red and puffy from crying. "This has to end, Aeton. Something has to give. Is it someone else? Or, are you just too busy to be with me?"

Grace evaluated the blood matted in his hair, the way his eyes had such a haunted look filled with pain and exhaustion.

"Nothing is as it seems," he told her softly. She looked away, no longer able to withhold her tears.