His Sinful Empire
Like the world was balanced on that thin metal seam, and any breath too loud would tip it into hell.
My hands were shaking.
I curled them into fists, nails biting into my palms, grounding myself with pain because if I didn’t, I was going to lose control. Completely.
There was still blood on my shirt. On my hands. Nina’s blood.
I couldn’t wash it off. Wouldn’t.
If I did, it would mean accepting that she was no longer in my arms and I wasn’t ready for that reality yet.
“She’s strong,” Nico said quietly beside me. He didn’t look at me when he said it. He knew better.