I didn't want to cry again, but I was getting really, really close to doing exactly that. "Hey."
"Larson called me yesterday. He thinks he's finally figured out a way to turn the rain off for good."
"Oh. Okay. Cool."I looked up at the rainclouds above me. It was currently drizzling, like always. The constant rain was still annoying, a century later. "What does that have to do with me?"
"I assume you remember what happened the last time Larson tried to fix that particular part of the wards."
My mind went back to that awful night.
The hell that had followed it.
Thelossthat had followed it.
Of all the shit I'd experienced, that was the one thing I had never managed to move on from.
"Oh, god.No. I'd prefer the rain. I love the rain. I—I can't."
The world started closing in on me.
The panic was hitting.
Shit.
Fuck.
I couldn't breathe.
I pulled my knees in tighter, gasping for air.
Why couldn’t I just have a mate who actually wanted me?
I couldn’t deal with my past on top of that.
I couldn't deal with Larson on top of that.
I couldn't deal withNiallon top of that.
Not now.
"Where are you?"
"Parking lot," I gasped. "Across town from you."
"Fuck. You’re on the ground, right? Not behind the wheel?"
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
My magic was going to kill me. My heart was going to beat out of my chest, and the air was going to steal my breath, and?—
"Stand up," Callum ordered. He'd probably checked my location on the app our family used. "Do a lap around the parking lot. Now."
"I can’t." My eyes were burning horribly.
My feet were throbbing.
Everything hurt.
I was so fucking tired.
