His words land and something in me short circuits, just enough for me to realize what I’m doing, where I am, and how quickly this is about to spiral into something irreversible.
My grip loosens.
Edwin drops hard, choking and coughing as he stumbles back into the protection of his officers. They close around him immediately and I step back, chest heaving.
Air finally returns to my lungs, but it doesn’t help. Nothing about this feels better, not the fact that I’m no longer strangling him or that the room has stopped shaking under Zyrax’s pressure.
Because Layla is still here, still on the floor and she’s not moving.
For the first time in a very long time, I don’t know what to do next.
Slowly, I look around the cell. I could fight my way out with her. I could try. But there are four of
