Heartsong (Green Creek 3)

“I don’t know,” I gasped, trying to ignore that voice in my head, that voice that said a fingerprint because it came from somewhere inside, and I didn’t know it. I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t fucking recognize it—

That had to be it.

That had to be what this was.

Whoever was in the house was leaking magic, and it was warping everything around me. Whatever wards were around it had cracked, and this witch was using it to their advantage. Never mind that they were supposed to be stripped of their powers. No matter that whatever they’d done had been so egregious that they had to be locked away. It wasn’t working.

“Who is it?” I said through gritted teeth. “Who’s in there? Can you hear me, you bastard? Who the fuck are you?”

Santos shoved me back.

I fell to the ground, skidding in the dirt.

His eyes were orange as he glared down at me. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but you need to stop. You need to—”

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but no sound came out.

I looked up at the sky.

It was blue, blue, blue.

And then I screamed, my claws digging into the earth.

The sky was on fire.

It burned.

It burned and I—

what are you doing

robbie

robbie

please don’t

please don’t do this

oh my god what’s wrong with you

you’re not

please please please i don’t want to die

please you’re hurting me robbie you’re hurting me

oh god no

no

let me go let me go LET ME GO LETMEGOLETME

robbie

robbie

ROBBIE