“How does it feel?” the akadim asked, its voice low, gravelly. Monstrous. And yet there was an undertone I knew. Something familiar in the tenor. In its accent. “Your broken promises?” My eyes widened, taking in the blonde waves, the familiar shape of its eyes, the face that I’d loved, now enlarged, grotesque, a demon’s. And then I saw it. Truly saw. This wasn’t just any akadim. “Stop the threat,” Garrett hissed, mocking me. Mocking us.
