The mountain next. My limbs unfeeling. The rogues dragging me like dead weight. Tessa walking ahead like it was an evening stroll, talking about the Queen, about getting rid of me permanently without killing them, about midnight.
I was going to die.
The thought landed in all four of us at once.
I'm never going to see them again.
Soren's face. Jericho's. Mercer's. Quinlan's. The way they touched me like I was something precious. There's not a place you could go that we wouldn't find you.
Tears burned behind my eyes and I couldn't lift my hand to wipe them, couldn't feel anything below my waist.
The cliff. I fought the memory even harder, and I lost.
I felt the wind, heard the whispers, my bladder felt full. I knew what was coming but I was helpless to stopping it. I was in hell, my worst nightmares brought to life.
Tessa's foot was on my chest. The ashen dagger glinted in the night. Five minutes to midnight.
"Any last words, bitch?"
