“I don’t want to be like this,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Nyktos jerked—actually recoiled—and shadows became visible beneath his skin for a brief second. My broken nails scraped the chair’s wooden arms, and I focused on my breathing until the abyss that pained whisper had come from was sealed off once more. “But I can’t feel like that ever again. So, we can’t always get what we want.” I rose. “Not even Primals.”
