I couldn't breathe.
Venus's words dug into me deeper than the horns splitting through my skull.
This is where your story ends.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to claw my own skin out just to prove to him that I was still me.
But no sound came, just a dry, sorry gasp. My body trembled as if it no longer belonged to me.
My eyes darted to Noah.
He was still frozen, but his chest rose and fell faster than before, each breath slow and unsteady.
His hand twitched like he wanted to reach for me, but fear, or maybe shock, pinned him in place.
His knuckles went white as he clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms until blood dripped down.
And I hated myself for it.
I hated that I had done this to him. That I had turned his safe world into this nightmare.
"Pixie…" Noah's voice cracked, barely a whisper, his eyes seemed to be getting wet, wide with disbelief.
