Page 110 of Snag
“He’s coming,” Bellamy whispers. “That was always the plan. To lure you away …”
“Me?” Presh asks.
Bellamy’s eyes flick from her sister back to me, slowly focusing. “The Conduit. He almost had you, but you slipped away. Sneaky goddess.”
“Zaya?” Presh asks again, confused now.
“No,” I say. “Not me. The Conduit.”
Because I know now. Iknowwhy the universe kept tugging me away from Reck. Because nothing has happened here that I couldn’t handle, even without guidance. Nothing has happened. Yet.
“You are the fucking Conduit,” Reck snarls, stepping closer.
“I’m only the vessel.” And I’m suddenly hollow within. Again.
I convinced myself, somehow, over the last few days …
I convinced myself I was more. That I was a person who could make actual choices, build friendships, maybe even have and reconnect to soul-bound mates.
“I’m sorry. I’m … I didn’t have any other choice,” Bellamy whispers. “Run if you can. He’s not strong enough to take you from the estate. Not yet anyway.”
“I never get to run,” I say.
