Chapter Sixty-Nine

Aggie’s POV

My body is being jostled about and my old bones can’t take much more. I don’t remember how I got here, or even where here is. I think I’m in a car. The light keeps changing on the other side of my closed eyes, flickering between light and dark like a strobe.

“How long do you think it will be until she wakes?” I hear Torrin’s voice beside me.

“How the fuck should I know?” Abe snaps back.

“Will you two pack it in, we have a long drive, leave her to rest.” Soph sounds just like her mother, oh how I miss her.

I can only imagine how Abe must be feeling. When I told him that my body would grow weaker the longer all those souls were crammed inside me, he only hesitated for a minute or so before sticking his blade in my side and releasing the building pressure.

I’m glad. I underestimated how much of a strain they would put on me. If he had waited, even a few hours, I doubt I would have had the strength to heal. I know, it sounds dramatic, but I really nearly died. That is not