I grip the curtain that’s hiding Cadence from view. Just before wrenching it back, I hesitate. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not supposed to be the dutiful hero of the story. I spent all weekend freaking plotting all the ways I could bring her doom. She’s in my way. She’s in Sol’s way. Maybe I should have left her in the water. That thought alone is messed up. I don’t deserve to pull aside the curtain, but I do anyway because I break all the damn rules, even if they’re my own.
