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“Where will you be?”
Helena looked down, playing with the ring on his hand. It had been so long since she’d seen hers.
“You know me, I’ll be in the hospital. There will be a lot of injuries, so I wouldn’t be ready right away—so ...
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“If I survive, I’m not going anywhere...
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Shiseo studied the half-visible ring. “If you left a small part exposed, you could probably still use it.” He eyed her knowingly. “That would keep it hidden if someone searched you using resonance unless they were very thorough.”
“We had a good run, but we were never going to last.”
“You knew that.”
“If I don’t come back—if you ever see Kaine, tell him—tell him that I—”
“Never mind. I imagine he knows.”
She looked down at herself. She’d been stripped completely and put into a grey smock. Everything was gone: hairpins, ties, hospital call bracelet. The only thing that remained was Kaine’s ring, hovering in the corner of her vision even when she looked directly at it. It had worked; even resonance hadn’t found it in a strip search.
Morrough turned away from the body. “Store him. He will never burn.”
Something burning hot jolted her back to consciousness.
The burning came again, cutting her panic short as she tried to place where the sensation was coming from. She knew that feeling.
Her hand. Her left hand was burning. The ring. Her heart stalled.
The ring burned again and again and again.
She could feel the faint texture in her mind of her manipulations, altering her thoughts, bending them around all the things she must not think about. She followed the new paths, over and over, wearing new grooves into place, teaching her mind to settle there and look no further. She counted. She made routines. She tried not to remember.
“Why—” Her voice broke. “—why did you kill everyone?”
“I was trying to find you.”
“You looked for me?” Her voice cracked.
“Of course I looked for you. I looked everywhere for you. Did you think I left you there?”
“You should sleep now,” he said. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“What if I forget again?” Her voice was small, nearly trembling with fear.
“Will you—will you go back to being the way you we...
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“Then…after things here are done, will you—will you come south, too?”
We’re supposed to run away together. You promised.
It felt impossible for things to ever be repaired within the suffocating confines of Spirefell, but if they went somewhere far away, maybe it could be done. They’d found each other once, after all. With time, they could do it again.
It felt like a lie.
“Kaine…”
“Right.”
“Do you have a better solution for us this time, too?”
“After all, not every single horror that I’ve ever imagined has happened to you yet. Losing you and spending fourteen months trying and failing to find you. Finally getting you back, tortured and broken. Keeping you prisoner—the transference—raping you—” His voice was growing raw with grief and rage.
“I would have already taken you away if I could’ve.
“I promised to take care of you first,” she said, snatching her hand back. “Always. I promised you always. If you’d gotten your way, you would have sent me off, and I wouldn’t have even remembered you. Wouldn’t have had any idea until it was too late—”
“It would have killed me. If you’d sent me away and I’d found out later you were discovered because I made you go back for Lila, it would have killed me. I’d do it all again, every second, to save you.”
“You didn’t save me,” he said when he was finally capable of speech. “You just put us in hell for two years.”
“Every time you asked, I promised I was yours. Always. There aren’t any exemptions or expiration dates on always.”
Kaine watched, clearly torn between his desire to keep her in a state and place that he could fully control and not wanting to be her captor any longer.
He’d had to choose, and he’d set her free.
“Be careful,” she said. “Don’t—” The word caught in her throat. She squeezed his hand. “Come back to me, all right?”
“I will.”
“And I want you to know. If I didn’t, I’d wonder about everything. If our baby would get your eyes or mine. What kind of resonance they’d have. If they’d have any, or if they’d just get to be ordinary.”
“I’d wonder if they’d have hair like mine or if it would be straight like yours. If I have to go without you—if you—if you die—I’d want to tell them all about you.”
“I’ve never gotten to tell anyone about you. I’d want someone to know...
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