FIA
The ceiling held my eyes for a long time after I woke.
Cian's heartbeat was steady under my ear. Slow and deep. Still here. Still alive. I pressed my palm flat against his chest and felt it move and tried to let that be enough.
It was not enough though.
Moira's note lived somewhere behind my eyes now, the way certain things do when you have read them too many times to pretend they are not there. Sometimes poison is mercy for the doomed. I had turned that sentence over and over until the words lost their shape and became something else entirely. A door. A direction. A thing I could no longer look away from.
