Chapter 62Two million, seven hundred and fifty-five thousand, nine hundred and sixty-two. Atlantis' voice boomed around me, louder than the thunder in the vision had been. That's how many people lived on the island of Atlantis. That's how many people you murdered in cold blood.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in the vortex of white light, spinning faster than ever. Body bouncing and tumbling on the runaway current, flipping like a jumping bean in a jar.
That's how much blood you have on your hands, Gaia, said Atlantis.
His voice rang in my head like the screams of the dying Atlanteans. It was a memory I wished he'd never given back. Because as much as I longed to believe it was fabricated, I knew in my heart and soul it was real. I knew I'd done that terrible thing.
I made you
