Chapter Nineteen
SASHA
Dylan’s voice was low, almost a growl, which caught Sasha by surprise. “You know as much as I do about my kind.”
“I’m sorry,” she said after a pause. “I didn’t know it was that hard for you.”
“I’ve been trying not to think about that, you know? I know my trail has gone cold. s**t, Marcus probably won’t talk.”
“You don’t know that. We’ll try when he wakes up.”
“Anyway,” he said, sipping from his beer. “What are you getting at with all this?”
“I can’t say for sure. Maybe it’s the lack of closure.”
“No such thing as closure,” he said. “Things never stop. They just keep going. Closure is just a prompt to forget things, a human construct to help us cope.”
“Well, then if not closure, which does exist by the way, then at least some answers. I mean, that’s what I’m
