SHAWN
Oh my God. She has finally done it.
Elara has finally ended me.
My hands shook violently, the plastic of the laptop chassis groaning under my frantic, trembling grip as I stared at the glowing screen. The live broadcast had cut through me like cold steel.
My breathing turned into shallow, ragged hitching, the skin on my face tightening as the blood completely drained from it. A sickening, icy sweat broke out across my collarbone.
This was it. The dark, suffocating weight that had clawed at my chest, courtesy of the bad dream that had haunted my sleep. So, it hadn’t been a random nightmare, but a premonition?
Yet was there a way I could have prevented this outcome?
I cussed beneath my breath. What was the need of thinking of it now?
The bad omen had finally materialized, a
