EMMALINE
Her face freezes.
That is all the answer I need, though the words never leave her mouth.
For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I had dared to believe. To hope that things between us could finally be fixed. That after everything, after the blood and the bitterness and the endless walls we built between us, there was still something worth saving.
And for a few precious hours, I almost believed it. The feel of her against me, the sound of her voice, the way she looked at me when the gag was gone, it was enough to make me think we had a chance.
But it was too much to hope for.
My hand tightens around the small green bottle. I twist it slowly, watching the way the faint liquid sloshes inside, dark and poisonous. She used this on me. I know it now, as surely as I know my own
