Diana
I woke up beside him…again.
The sheets were still warm where our bodies had shared space through the night, though we hadn’t touched.
I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember being carried to his bed. The last time my eyes were open, I was screaming in pain, begging for my wrist to feel normal again.
Muzan’s voice was an echo in the wind, and Edric’s warmth was the only other thing I could feel.
He was already awake.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his eyes staring down at his open palms like they might hold answers.
The veins on his face from the first time we did the spell of death were there. Long, spidering lines sat on his face, neither posing an immediate threat nor fixing anything.
At least, none that I knew of.
I hated seeing
