Chapter Twenty-Five
Theo
Gray sky blended into the horizon in every direction, a uniform lack of life.
When craggy broken rocks finally gave way to more polished stones, Hyde and I exchanged a look. Nearing the end. Fear of what was to come would almost certainly overshadow the truth. At least, I hoped so.
Flanked by personifications that wanted nothing more than to trap us in our own nightmares, surrounded by decay and despair, and headed straight toward the things I tried most to push down, we rounded a dismal corner.
I should have done more.
The thought came unbidden, but it was my own. I'd had several opportunities to hide her away, hadn't I? But I'd chosen none. Perhaps I could have appealed. Made a compelling case . . .
I certainly hadn’t expected any of this to happen. Not to
