My palm flies to my ribs, holding them in place, fighting the sting, soothing the ache. I plant my fucking feet, steel my trembling jaw, and force myself to spin, to face my demon head-on—the marking on my girl’s left temple. My shoulders fall, the weakness in me showing itself to the one girl I wish I was strong for. “B—” “I only said that to get your attention,” she rushes out. “I... lost my sight. ”
