His insides were a storm of churning turmoil, relentlessly demanding he go back. Because this wasn’t right. None of it. Leaving Zercy had been wrong. He could feel it in the marrow of his bones. Instinct and fate, the goddamn universe, shouting that he’d severely veered off course. Lungs accelerating to accommodate his rapid heartbeat, he opened his eyes and stared into the darkness.
