I’m pushing at my chest. Pushing, pushing against my sternum. It hurts, it’s cracking in half, why can’t I hear the bone breaking? Why isn’t my body collapsing from the pain? It isn’t pain. Yeah, what Thio said hurt. But what this is, what I’m feeling, isn’t agony from that. I’m in love with him. A breath finally goes out, a grasping, frantic noise. Orok immediately straightens. “Seb?” “I’m in love with him,” I say out loud, testing the words. “Oh my gods. I’m in love with him.”
