“What have you sacrificed to stand here today?” The thought escaped me, pushed from my lips by an invisible force. “Your soul?” I stepped closer, inches away, until his presence brushed my bare skin. Running the tip of the pen across his palm by his side, I whispered, “Just how much blood is on these hands?” He ran his tongue across his teeth, flicking his gaze to the side before bringing it back to me. Bottomless. Blue. My heart beat heavy, because I knew if I stared too long I’d be trapped beneath ice. “Someday,” I breathed, tilting my head, “it’s going to catch up with you.”
