Leave it to my father to choose the f*****g arctic for one of his compounds.
The frigid air burns against my skin and the numbness that’s settled in my fingers and toes only adds to the numbness in my heart.
My bones feel brittle and weak, and the thick layer of muscle that once covered my body has slowly eaten away at itself.
I’ve been on my mission for over two months. It’s been over two months since Isabella died. Over two months since I’ve seen my home.
The reality is that I don’t even know my home exists anymore. I’m living in this fantasy land where I’ve imagined the excruciating pain that has ripped through my soul twice.
Orion officially hates me. He put me back a weeks’ time when we felt it the first time. The fucker ran back towards the academy until I’d found the stren
