I’ve never seen him this angry, this … unhinged. It’s like he’s ready to burn down the world.
“Sunny?!” Felix roars, pushing through until he’s reached Atreus and Sunny. “What’s the meaning of this, Foley?”
But Foley completely ignores him as he and his cop buddies focus on dragging Sunny through the crowd. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time. Do you understand?”
She nods without showing a single drop of emotion on her face. “Yes.”
The people push and pull until finally the road is cleared and Sunny is paraded down the campus like a certified criminal. In broad daylight. Walked to the gallows.
“Sunny?” I mutter, but when her eyes connect with mine, the sorrow within them takes me aback.
No. No. No!
This can’t happen.
I drop my notebook on the muddy ground as tears well up in my eyes.
She lost.
But she … she was my only reason to stay.
She can’t leave. She can’t leave me alone with the world.
I won’t survive.
The dean holds Xavier back, while I feel like a lost lamb floating in a world far too big for me to endure.
Out of nowhere, two hands wrap around my back, a warm head resting against my spine.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“Cecelia,” I mutter, my body crumpling beneath her.
I turn around and sink into her, despite my large frame, curling into her shoulder so I don’t have to show the strangers around me that it wounds me to the point of tears.
I am lost.
Without Sunny, there’s no light to show me the way.
Sunny
My black-and-green hairclings to my cheeks as I stare at the wall in front of me, wondering how much time has passed since I was put in this cell.
Hours? Days? Who knows, I’m not keeping track.
I’m far too busy plotting the demise of the final pawn in my game.
Too soon. Too soon.
It happened too soon.
My fingers twitch, blood boiling beneath my skin, cracking the surface open.
I’m itching for violence.
Just one more.
The door handle is jiggled, and a wicked smile slowly forms on my face.
