Page 108 of The Blood we Crave: Part Two

It’s the most honest sentence I’ve spoken in a while.

Candid and raw.

My group therapist would shed a fucking tear.

We stare at each other for a moment in silence.

I was there when they arrested Stephen. I wanted to see him be taken away, but I only ended up seeing her.

Her weak body being carried from a dungeon straight to an ambulance, where she’d searched for something, anything good, and found nothing. In those few seconds, she was just a tormented girl, and I was just a guy.

She’s strong—I can see it in her eyes—refusing to show even a little weakness or fear.

“Goodbye, Coraline,” I say easily.

She holds her head up a little. “Bye, Silas.”

The click of the door behind me doesn’t sound like an ending. It feels like the beginning of something.

Stephen saw me there, while he was being forced into the back of a cop car. He saw me watching her, and one of the very last things he said before they shut his door was clear, simple.

A warning.

“Careful. That girl is cursed.”

THE END