“He’s in the atrium,” someone says to me.
I shift in that direction, preparing myself for the worst. I heard the explosion on the phone, but it was still bigger than I thought. If Paige was in the drive like Rose said on the phone, she was definitely within the blast radius.
Bile rises in my throat. My palms are sweating and my knees are shaking. I’ve never felt so sick in my entire life. The only rival is the moment I watched the light fade from my brother’s eyes.
This can’t be happening again.
All gone in an instant, a breath. They aren’t comets, no matter what Maksim said. They can’t be. A comet is a physical thing. An object that exists in the world. Wherever people go when they die, it’s beyond anything even I can manipulate.
That’s what makes it so terrible.
I slide around the
