To Koen, the covenant is not something that’s been imposed by the huddle leaders—an arbitrary, unjust restraint. To him, it’s a guarantee that history won’t repeat itself. And that guarantee has never mattered more than it does now, with the cult threatening the Northwest once again. And the last thing I want is to ask him to make an impossible choice. So I reach out. Run my hand through his hair, trying not to sigh at the way he leans into it, like my skin is his North Star.
Killing myself
