“I didn’t need your permission.” Cold realization slammed into me, and that revelation echoed back through time. Death never did. I should’ve known. “And you, so’lis,”—his other hand flattened against my breastbone, sending a wave of revulsion through me—“you still haven’t learned that.” Searing agony erupted from the center of my chest, igniting icy flames that engulfed my entire body. The pain was ungodly in its intensity, robbing me of the ability to even scream as the darkness rushed forward, reached for me. For us.
