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The moment Jartre leaves, I will myself with all my strength to sit up, but each time I try my elbows give out. I dig my nails into the bed, force myself to sit up and immediately slump against the headboard, panting, trying to catch my breath. I feel this incomparable level of power coursing through my body, making me feel like I can do anything…but at the same time, I’ve never felt more drained in my entire life. I feel like my body could break from its own weight. I feel like I’m burning up from the inside while my heart is racing faster than a hummingbird. Tears prick my eyes as I think over what I’ve just done. The moment Jartre told me Azadou was free, I knew everything Zarseti said was true, not that I ever doubted her. I knew I had to let him go, but I can’t fight the o
