POV: Calista RiversMy boots filled with water with every step, making a wet, heavy sound against the pavement.We moved through the industrial blocks of Eleventh Avenue, hugging the shadows of brick warehouses and rusted loading docks. The city around us was alive as sirens wailed in the distance, and the high-pitched hum of Council tracking drones echoed above the low hanging fog. They are beginning to expand the net.I kept my head down and my teeth clenched so hard my jaw felt bruised. My left arm hung useless at my side, with my broken collarbone grinding with every step. The physical pain I was having was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the freezing void in my chest.My Dad was gone. I couldn't even save him. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing his pale face on that workbench, his unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling. You did this, a voice inside my head whispered. Your blood killed him.Through the thin soul-thread in my chest, Kael's emotions were a chaotic mess
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