“Close.” The voice was directly in front of him now. Too close. “Open your eyes.”
He smelled it then—copper and salt, unmistakable. Blood. Fresh. zaviel
Then they would whisper your deepest shame into your ear, and you would never sleep again. “Close
And in that moment, with death curling its fingers around his soul, Zaviel made a choice he had never made before. zaviel
But the girl—or the thing pretending to be a girl—let out a small, broken sound. Not a sob this time. A whimper. The sound of someone giving up.