GARRETT POV
*trigger waring - Horror*
*take me to the beach - Imagine Dragons*
I’d give anything to be on a beach right now. My mate sun-bathing, sand, salt, a beer that doesn't taste like ancient rot—literally anything but this. But no. I get skeletal dental work and flying nightmare-smoke instead.
I was in a freaking horror movie, and my mate was so focused she wasn’t looking at the skeletons.
Not at the hands clawing out of the ground, not at the skulls snapping their jaws like broken machines trying to remember how to bite, and me? I was seeing everything. Everything. And don’t get me started on the smell—rot thick enough to taste every time I dragged in a breath.
Amaranta though?
Her eyes were somewhere else entirely, fixed on something I couldn’t see, something beyond the m
