Hades
My head was throbbing as I stepped out of the holding sector, the iron scent of her still clinging to my skin like rot. My pulse thundered behind my eyes, an arrhythmic drumbeat that made it hard to walk straight. My feet carried me forward, but the rest of me—the rest of me was fractured.
I was counting down to the moment my brain would implode.
> Weak, the flux hissed in my skull. Still shaking. Still spiraling. You touched her, and your hand trembled. You think she didn't notice?
I grit my teeth so hard my jaw ached. My fingers twitched by my side, itching to turn around. To go back.
To tell her—
I would never let it happen.
To tell her that despite everything, despite what she had done—or what I believed she'd done—I couldn't stomach the thought of her in pain.
But I didn't.
Because my feet stopped before I could.
Because a memory hit me.
So vivid, it was like I was living it again.
Danielle.
Laughing under the pale moon.
Her belly round with life—our life.
