He Drowned Me, I Burned His World.
Salas
hony came home wi
oncern as he lifted me from my bed and settled me into my wheelchair. "I was so
m so, so sorry about what happened in the game, Elsa," she said, rushing to my side and gr
g in deeper. That' s when I saw it. On her wrist, a delicate silver bracele
art s
n for my last birthday. He' d told me the beads were polished fragments o
st, so intense it felt physical. I gasped, m
rp with alarm. "What is it? Are y
hing his hand away. "No doctor. I'
ge of my bed, my body trembling. I raised my left hand, where its twin-a simple si
ain snapped, the silver beads scattering across the floor l
much it hurt. Shaking, I stood up and walked, without my chair, out of the room. I still couldn' t believe
d see into the kitchen from the hallway. And w
tangled in her hair as he kissed her, deep and hungry. It was a kiss
murmur. "We have to be careful.
didn' t even stay with me last night. And you let her get the Phoeni
kissing the tip. "It was a mistake.
le. She hooked a leg around his waist, pu
er wrist flash as she moved. It caught
from him in years. He scooped her up in his arms and car
rustle of clothing-were indistinct, blurred, as if I were hearing
y. We' ll have our own wedding in Aethelgard. A bigge
ahlia' s voice was
prom
life. My dreams. My future. I stood there, frozen in the hallway, forcing myself to watch
one, tore through me, starting in my ches
m in a daze, the world a
Anthony' s cologne clinging to her like a shroud. "I' m taking the rest of th