Marked by fate
Henry has moved to stand by the door again.
“How are you, man?” Aiden asks, standing at my side opposite Lincoln.
“Well, I feel much more myself after a shower and some food, but honestly, I’m not really sure.” I shrug, though even that small movement pulls at my chest. “I’m as weak as a fucking kitten.”
I glance at Lincoln to see if he will mention having to practically carry me to the bathroom to back that statement up, but he stays quiet.
“And I can’t feel Thor at all,” I add, forcing the words out before they can lodge in my throat. “Other than that, I’m missing six months, so…”
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