Page 88 of The Monsters We Hunt (Together We Fall 4)

I gaped at the figure who was both painfully familiar and unfamiliar. A face I memorized. A face I saw every time I closed my eyes. One of seven thoughts that kept me going, kept me breathing, when the darkness encroached on the edges of my mind.

His dark hair was longer, falling to his shoulders in disheveled, greasy tangles. A rough beard covered his angular jawline. His cheeks were sunken, pale, almost as if he had been starved for months with no sunlight. His body fared similarly. While he was still tall, still large, he no longer held the muscle mass I remembered.

Fuck.

I was hallucinating.

Again.

“Oh fuck,” I said out loud. Maybe I was finally succumbing to the madness?

At least in insanity, I could be with Calax.

Positive thinking.

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