“No!” I took a staggering step and clapped my hands down over my ears, but I kept hearing her voice, saying the same thing over and over. “No—”
None of these people would be dying if it weren’t for the Lunar Lord, the voice said, and suddenly, I realized I couldn’t tell if it was Zyanya’s or Sabine’s. But Sabine is dead. You’re dead! I tried to think back, but the harder I thought, the more that fear returned. I could taste it, and it tasted so, so sweet. Refreshing. Like it could wash away all my pain, and I could be made whole again if I just had more.
I could do anything, I just needed a bit more.
My sixth sense felt like it was in the furthest reaches of my mind, blaring away like a five-alarm fire, but it felt muffled. I could ignore it if I really wanted to, and for a moment, I wo
