Page 64 of Soul of Thorns
Selfish. Stupid. Pathetic.
“Caelynn, your mate who sacrificed her whole life to allow you to keep yours. She could live. She could earn the freedom she’s always craved. You could give her that. All you have to do is...cease to be.”
A sharp pain shoots through my whole body from something sharp pressing between my vertebrae. I clench my jaw, and my mind spins out of control. I can’t think. I can’t...
“Hey,” Reahgan cries through the darkness. “That was not part of the deal.” But his quick passion flames out quickly.
“There were no deals, you stupid wraith. You are no better than them. An infant in our eyes. Naïve and shortsighted. Death is a mercy. You will come to understand that soon enough.”
The pressure on my back eases, and I gasp for breath again. I have to think. I have to...
The pain hits me again. Only, this time, it’s inside of me. Poison rushes through my veins, burning through every inch it touches, and very quickly, it’s all of me.
“I will not kill you, child,” the voice whispers. “Not yet.”
Caelynn
Iskip over the smoothstones, muscles weighing heavier and heavier as I approach the center of these dark lands.I’ll be glad to breathe fresh air again...
My heart sinks when I realize that I never will. My chest tightens, making it harder and harder to force in much-needed oxygen.
Black spots pepper my vision. But I move because that’s what I must do. I’ll help Rev one final time before letting him go forever.
Maybe I should be glad for those moments together, those little fragments of time we were able to carve out of an otherwise horrific experience, but my heart is so broken I can’t... All I can think is thathe left.
That it’s over. I may never see him again.
I swallow and push those thoughts back again. I can’t right now. Rev will soon face the Night Terror. My mate.Live a good life for me, I mentally ask of him. That’s what I want.
That’s all that’s left to fight for—someone else’s life. God, that’s hard.
Sudden pressure on my lungs causes me to cough. I stop, one hand over my mouth and one on my stomach.
I’ll never feel the sun on my skin. I never see a sincere smile.
I swallow through the lump in my throat and fight back a sob. Shit. Why now? Why did it have to hit me now?
