Chapter 62
I sit on the edge of the bed beside the sleeping girl. As always, she lies there, looking serene. Even in the worst of times—which this certainly is—she just lies there, being what she is. An empty body that refuses to wake.
“All this time, I blamed you. As if you had anything to do with it.”
Even now, though, I want to yell at her to get up, to fight, to do something, anything. But in the end, it’s my job to protect my own body, isn’t it?
Sentry’s dark helmet shows up at my window. I’ve never seen anyone climb up the tower before, so this is new. Not unexpected, but it’s still a shock.
He’s streaming in blood. His helmet protected him from the worst of it. And despite his eyes being vulnerable and open to attack, they seem unharmed but for the unnatural mirrored reflection
