LENA
I couldn't feel my legs.
Not in the numb way people describe after a long day or a sudden shock. This was different. This was too much energy, thrumming in my veins, making my limbs too heavy and too light all at once, like I was caught between here and somewhere else. It seemed as if gravity forgot me.
A bridge.
The word looped through my mind, over and over, carving deep.
The Moon Goddess almost always spoke in riddles— which was terribly annoying— but she kept protecting me, too. Was it because she just needed me to help her cross over or was it because she truly wanted me to survive? Would I survive?
There were so many questions and never enough answers these days.
Dom's arms were around me, grounding me, anchoring me, but I could feel the tremor in his muscles. He was holding me together as much as he was holding me back. From falling. From floating. From breaking.
