The three of us strode out but left the woodshed door open a crack. Eddie paced the yard in tight circles and raked his fingers through his hair as if to reconcile what I'd done. Sawyer gazed over the fence at the cemetery. The longer the silence stretched, the faster my knees threatened to buckle under the weight of what I'd become.
A monster. All because of Paul.
"Sawyer. Eddie," I whispered to their backs. "Please say something."
Sawyer stepped toward me just as I started to break.
A sob welled in my throat and then cracked through the night. "I'm a monster," I whispered. "Just like R - ." Ronick's magic still prevented me from saying his name or any name like his.
"No." Sawyer cradled my face between his large hands, his expression pained like I'd hurt him.
"If he doesn't g
