AMANDA
"Eat or it’ll get cold. What were you thinking, running to that cliff, huh?"
Theodus snarls, and I almost laugh. Because f**k, he actually sounds concerned. Like I was some reckless little thing he had to scold. Like I had a death wish. Like he didn’t deserve the knife I drove into his chest.
I grip the blankets tighter, my fingers curling into the fabric. It feels real. But I know it isn’t. It can’t be. Whatever is happening to me right now is just some trick. Some twisted, f****d-up illusion.
So why does it feel like I can’t wake up?
My breath comes too fast, too sharp, and I force myself to slow it down. One inhale. Hold. One exhale. Hold. But it doesn’t help. Nothing helps. Theodus is still standing there, watching me like I’m something delicate, something that might br
