The moment the door closed behind me, the sound her sobs still clawing through the walls, I felt something snap inside me.
"Adrien—what the hell happened in there?" Cameron's voice came from somewhere down the hall, sharp and alarmed. "We heard things breaking—no one wanted to enter, because, you know, nobody wants to be beheaded—but, Jesus Christ—"
He froze mid-sentence.
"Is that blood?"
Gray's voice cut through next, deeper, worried. "Boss… you're bleeding. Your eyes—"
"what the fuck—are you crying blood?"
Crying blood? Maybe. It didn't matter. Everything hurt. My chest. My ribs. My heart.
God, my heart.
Gray's voice followed somewhere in the distance. "Boss—"
But I could barely hear them. It was like the world had gone hollow. Every sound came through cotton. Every breath scraped like glass against my lungs.
I wanted to tear my chest open. Just reach in and rip the damn thing out before it killed me. It hurt too much.
Why does it hurt this much? Why her words?
