Rhea
After what feels like forever, I'm sitting on the cold floor of the interrogation room, feeling like my insides are all shattered. Every breath hurts, like a rough gasp stuck in my throat. Adrian doesn't pull back. He's sitting there in the shadows with me, his strong arms wrapped around me like a hot iron cage. My face is pressed into the crook of his neck, and I can smell him. He smells like rain, and a faint metallic scent from the poison he took from me.
I cry until I have nothing left inside. No more tears, no more screams — just an empty, aching hole where my heart used to be. My eyes are puffy and burning, and my skin feels tight and hot. Eventually, the intense shivering calms down into a slow, rhythmical shake.
Adrian pulls back just enough to look at me. His big hands gen
