Feyrouz felt her anxiety rush through her like molten lava eating her flesh inside out. After Hades disappeared into thin air, she remembered his touch on her skin and the slightly pleasant feeling it left, but mostly remembered how suffocated she felt in that moment when he trapped her against the wall. She felt a lump wedge itself in her throat, it was hard to breathe, her guts twisted and contracted into a tight ball, her heart stumbled over it’s own rhythm from the tension and she felt like she was on fight or flight mode. She hated it. Every time anything that made her nervous happened, it was a different combination of the same nervous signs rushing through her.
It was as if she was living the wretched moments with Bishop all over again.
Her eyes stung as her heart thumped hard
