Chapter 43
43 The supernova of anger has hollowed me out. It’s like my soul had a cyst that’s finally ruptured, gushing my hurt over Deke’s betrayal all over this ugly little subterranean cell, to mix with the dirt and rock and make the place even more toxic. I feel like I can start to heal. The wound in my psyche still hurts, it’s just not pressing on me so fiercely. Don’t get me wrong—I’m still going to shoot Deke. But lying on the ground, covered in dirt, tears dripping into the rocky floor, my mind feels more clear than it has since Deke died. Faked his death. Betrayed me. Whatever. My breath is starting to slow back to normal and the cave’s clamminess sinking back into my skin when Bradley whispers, “Beaks?” “Yeah, dammit.” I don’t bother whispering. “He was totally gloating.” “No shit.”
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