Before You Let Go
“Still fighting? I’ll give you that. You are annoyingly persistent.”
My vision blurred in and out.
The number on my wrist burned under my sleeve.
6.
Six days.
I still had six days.
I wasn’t supposed to die today.
I wasn’t.
“You’re probably thinking this is unfair,” Ruin said. “It is. But balance usually feels unfair to the people being balanced.”
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
I wanted to flinch.
I couldn’t.
“Here’s the thing, little savior. If you die, Caelan breaks. If Caelan breaks, he returns to the path he was always meant to take.” His smile sharpened. “Efficient, isn’t it?”