His blood spilling across my skin, the way he’d groaned and flailed. The way I’d held him close and spoken those awful words in his ear. You’re nothing. Oh fuck fuck fuck. I was on the verge of a panic attack, my mind buzzing as The Sight showed me that night like I was reliving it all over again. Stop, please fucking stop. My heart thumped, missing beats, totally wild as I tried to draw breath.
