Her Last Death
I stumbled back a step, then another, like distance could undo it, like space could put something between me and what I’d just done.
“I didn’t—”
The lie died in my throat.
Cassian’s voice cut through the air, low and steady.
“No.”
Silence stretched for a heartbeat.
Then—
“She hasn’t started choosing yet.”
My gaze lifted.
Slow.
Heavy.
Something shifted behind my eyes, something I couldn’t name, couldn’t control.
Not just horror.
Not just hunger.
Something else.
The rain softened.
Not stopping.
Just… changing.
It bent.
Curved slightly as it fell, as if the air itself had forgotten how to behave.
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