Clocks didn't mean a damn thing anymore.
I couldn't tell you if I’d been kneeling on that freezing stone for three minutes or three weeks. I didn't even feel like I had knees or lungs left. I was just this agonizing stretch of consciousness smeared across a million different skulls. Cross kept tearing at the roots of the network. I kept desperately patching the drywall.
That stone slab kept vomiting up this sickly crimson light. Every time it pulsed, it was like a localized stroke happening somewhere on the globe. A pack link snapping like cheap string. Two mated wolves suddenly looking at each other across a kitchen table and feeling absolutely nothing. Just... a dial tone.
I refused to let go.
Cassian hadn't budged from my right shoulder. He couldn't physically grab me, considering m
