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“When I was…on the edge of the roof. She came to me. Told me I can see those who have passed on now. I’m not sure how it works, but she told me she made it to heaven. She’s so happy now.” I’m panting, swallowing against a sandpaper throat.
He blinks, processing this news the way he always does.
“Do you believe me?” I ask.
He leans down to kiss me again. “Yes. I do.”
I sigh, resting my forehead against his.
“Are you…are you able to…”
I know exactly what he wants to ask.
“I don’t know how it works yet.” I run my hands through his cowlicked, brown hair growing longer with our time here. “But the moment I do, I’ll tell you.”
He closes his eyes, listening to someone’s thoughts running through his mind.
“Good.”
“There’s something else,” I add.
“Tell me.”
“Scarlett said our time here is almost up. To use my gifts. That we have the power of warrior angels and should dig deeper.”
I can almost feel her skin still on mine. The sugary scent of blueberry pie.
Dessin mind races as he watches me. “I need you to promise me something.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“If you have the window to escape without us, I need you to take it.”
I don’t even blink at his suggestion.
“No.”
“Skylenna, listen to me.” He grabs my shoulders firmly. “Ruth isn’t in good shape. We’re going to need help to escape with her. It just became so much more complicated than before this happened to her.”
“But—”
“I won’t leave without her,” he says with a raised chin.
“We can get out together!” I argue.
“No, I don’t think we can. The escape plan I have would kill Ruth. The sewage system is our best bet. That kind of bacteria and physical strain would cause her to get an infection or stop her heart. If we get you out, you can lead the armies here. Do you understand?”
I ache everywhere but nod sluggishly. Nothing about abandoning my family feels right. But if it’s our best option to save Ruth and get everyone out alive, how can I refuse?
39. Somewhere Close To Heaven
Ruth
My eyes peel open to see a yellow stream of chunky liquid. The lumps and fluid spew across the cold floor in front of me. There’s a hand on the back of my head, tilting me to the side. Another hand stroking my arm. A voice murmuring in my ear.
I catch the putrid scent of sour bile and food coming back up.
The sound of vomit splashing across the stone floor.
