His body is getting colder.
Someone touches me.
Someone’s trying to tell me something.
I can’t move.
I can’t.
I’m holding Christian so tightly, even if his heart was beating I would’ve stolen the air from his lungs.
My vision remains a blur, but I can’t feel my tears. I can’t feel anything.
It’s like a black hole opening up inside me… and all my agony collides into an intense bloodlust.
It leaks from me so sharply—so suddenly. It’s like a curse that makes the air tremble, that makes the world become quiet.
I’ll destroy everything.
I’ll burn the entire city to the ground.
If Christian is gone, then everything else can go—
My bloodlust stutters with a new thought, and the seconds move more slowly.
No.
What did Christian say?
Six hours.
Hide the body.
Superpower.
Christian survived a lot of things.
Christian should’ve been dead many times over.
We both do and see things that don't make any sense.
The darkness that was leaking out of me reels back in—sucked back into my body as though a seal was slapped on the curse. The bloodlust. The agony.
Six hours.
Hide the body.
Superpower.
Maybe I’ve lost my mind…
‘I’ll… show you.’I remember his words… but his body is cold and limp in my arms.
What am I really thinking?
That his heart will start beating again?
That his body will get warmer?
