GARRETT POV
“I was... floating?” I rasped, my voice rough, barely there, like it had to drag itself out of my throat.
The words came anyway.
Had to.
Her hands stilled.
Just for a second.
Then tightened on me.
“I know,” she said, "but I dragged you back with me".
And it was the truth.
She didn’t call me back.
She f*****g took me back.
Dragged me out of whatever that was and shoved me where I belonged.
My chest hitched again, sharp this time, pain flaring where something had been done to me.
I sucked in another breath, slower, forcing it this time.
“Why does it feel like I got hit by a truck,” I muttered, dragging a hand across my face, smearing blood I didn’t remember getting there.
My arm felt heavy.
Everything felt heavy.
“Because your soul left your body,” Magnus’s voice
