The darkness hugged him tightly as his eyes slipped shut again out of exhaustion. He had expected it to be empty, quiet but it wasn’t. He could feel warm hands, hear distant voices, then Adrian’s scream echoing from somewhere far away, his wolf pacing inside his ribs, the echo of Alvar’s breath against his skin. They all clung to him like skin you couldn’t just get rid of. Caierre drifted through it, not having any weight and drowning at the same time. He didn’t know how long he stayed there before something tugged him upward again, quiet at first then firmer, like fingers hooking into the fabric of him and pulling. He gasped, air rushed into his lungs like icy water. His eyes snapped open, just barely, and the first thing he saw was… the ceiling. A terrible and really boring ceiling, uneven wood beams that looked like they had too much suffering and not enough caring. He blinked. ‘If you die again, make sure it’s with a better view. Like a chandelier. Something dramatic.’ Devi
Baca selengkapnya
Masuk
