Chapter Thirty-FiveMy next frantic inhale hurts so badly that it reminds me of the time I breathed in New York Harbor water. I ignore the physical pain, though.
The emotional one is so much worse.
Felix runs up and crouches next to me, worriedly looking me over.
“Please let this be another vision,” I want to say, but nothing comes out of my swollen throat.
Ariel can’t be dead.
I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
Wishing I could rub my eyes, I suck in another excruciating breath and try to roll onto my side.
Shouldn’t this much pain short-circuit a vision?
Uncaring, the nightmare continues unabated.
I want to shout but still can’t.
How could Felix do this? Granted, it probably looked like Ariel was killing me—which she was—so he made a terrible choice.
A part of me wants to pity him,
