Nash’s pov
My knees hit the stone floor before I even made it through the door.
I hadn't fallen like that in months, not since the frenzy first started outpacing my own strength to recover from it, and for a long moment I just knelt there in the corridor with my palms pressed flat against the cold stone, waiting for the shaking in my arms to pass enough that I could trust them to hold me upright. Every breath dragged, ragged and shallow, my ribs screaming with each one.
I didn't have the strength left to be ashamed of it. There was no one down here to see me like this except the walls I'd already bled onto more times than I could count.
Every night after the frenzy left me hollowed out for days at a stretch, but this one had taken a different thing with it too, a fragment of memory si
