Page 186 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

I already knew I’d have to feel her die, but this?

This was indescribable. I’d never felt so torn or alone.

Harlow had been in my life for so long I didn’t know how to live without her.

Hel had killed the one person that ever meant anything to me.

She’d caused havoc and pain and ran, leaving us to pick up the pieces.

If I didn’t get out of here, then Helheim would fall with her. There would be no one to keep Harlow safe against the demons and souls who wanted nothing but power. That was my job and she’d locked me down here like a fucking traitor.

My only hope was that she’d find me before they ruined her.

Who would she be if she did arrive? Someone different, a new version of herself that would never quite be the same.

Would she love me still?

The drip of water down the wall and movement in the building above, a mix of disembodied voices and the clatter of chains were the only company I had for the next several hours as the pain tore through my chest.

I couldn’t feel Harlow at all now and I knew she was dead. Hel had put her stock in this one vision, and it was coming to pass.

Pain and anger were so strong I slammed my hand against the wall to get any semblance of relief. I didn’t care about the pain radiating through my arms as I tore into the flesh, the pain kept me grounded, kept me from losing my fucking mind.

There was still a part of me that hoped Harlow would make it. She was strong.

A different version of Harlow was better than a world without her.

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