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My fault.
My fault.
My fault!
“I’m so sorry, Nerida.” Dad’s voice came from a long, dark tunnel. “I tried to stop them. They took him, but we’ll get him back. I promise.”
“How, Jack?” Mum cried. “How the hell do we get him back now he’s in their hands?”
“I don’t know, Anna,” Dad choked. “I just know we have to try.”
My eyes burned with vinegar.
My insides corroded with acid.
Aslan...
Shoving my parents away, I tripped to my feet and stumbled toward my bedroom.
The apartment mocked me.
The kitchen Aslan had installed.
The bathroom he’d renovated.
The lab he’d set up for me.
The bedroom where he’d loved me—
I bit my fist as a bulldozing sob ripped up my throat. I crashed against the wall. I slithered down it. I shook. I shivered. I stared at our bed where only yesterday Aslan had touched me, fucked me, and given me the best birthday I could’ve imagined.
My tattoo gleamed on my arm.
He’s gone.
A keening noise escaped me.
Because of me.
A whimper crawled up my throat.
They’ve taken him.
He’ll die...
Mum and Dad appeared on the threshold of my bedroom, hovering in the corridor as if unwilling to step into the sanctity of my sea-wedded marriage bed.
The dissociation when I’d watched Aslan being flung through the sky by a shitty red Mazda found me again, tugging me blessedly free.
I sank into it.
I didn’t fight it.
I couldn’t survive the grief and guilt whirlpooling around my legs.
I didn’t have time to grieve when Aslan was still here. In Australia. Safe.
I’m going to keep him that way.
