His Antidote, Her Torment

me," Julian said, his voice flat and devoi

tired to argue, t

waiting in the backseat, her expression a mixture of impatie

said to me, her voice sha

door for me. It was a small, meaningless gesture,

eat, Cassandra chattered on, her voice grating on my nerves. She was t

hands tight on the steering wheel. I c

wanted a wedding by the sea,"

childish dream I had shared with him when we wer

e just chose to giv

rs, I had held onto a tiny, foolish ember of hope that he remembered the boy

ed. And he

ts appeared out of nowhere,

ut!" I

ct threw me forward, my head hitting the dashboard with a sickening th

ian's voice, frantic and terri

y over hers, shielding her from the

lumped over the

the crushed dashboard. Pain

ed out, my voice

icker of something I couldn't decipher. But h

sped, the smell of fuel fillin

eg free, but it was

tears of pain and desperat

as focused only on Cassandra, unbuckling her seatbelt

led car, the smell of g

, I grabbed it, the sharp edges cutting into my hand. I didn't care. I

oing to explo

one last time, a fi

his arms. He turned, and for a split second, ou

d erupted in

me clear of the wreckage, my body

he darkness consumed me was Jul

uld never a