For She Is Wrath

by Emily Varga

eyes flickered to mine. For a second I forgot I was pretending to be someone different. I forgot that I was looking at him through unfamiliar eyes. And when he met my stare it must have showed, because his

own eyes widened, and he tilted his face as if he were examining a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“You know I’d follow you anywhere, Dani.” Something twisted in my heart, and I was suddenly robbed of breath in a way that had nothing to do with the battle.

He doesn’t dream. He exacts. He’s obsessive and focused and has clearly dived off a fucking cliff after you left. He regrets what he did to you.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t know you? I’d know you with any face. Any skin. Any hair. A thousand djinn could disguise you from me

and I’d still be able to find you just by the sound of your breath.”