Page 91 of Breaking the Beast
Fallon remained silent, leaning against the doorway.
In that silence, I reflected on my hatred for him. I hated how my heart beat faster when he was near. I hated how he always disapproved of me. I hated how he’d come here just to censure me.
“You’re scared,” he said finally.
I swiveled around on my ottoman. “Of course, I’m scared.” I couldn’t keep the tremor out of my voice. “Every entity ever slain by the god killer has been released back into the world. Monsters we long thought we’d never have to contend with are out on the streets doing Osiris knows what. Andhe’sback.” Fear gripped my chest and I forced myself to say his name. “Aten is back. He won’t be satisfied until he’s killed us all. He wants to be the one true god.”
“That will never happen, Bianca,” Fallon said in a surprisingly soothing voice.
I got stiffly to my feet. “How helpful you are now, with your empty assurance based on what? Nothing.”
I tried to walk past him, but Fallon’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to him. “Bianca,” he said, his gaze dropping to my lips for a long beat that made me forget how to breathe. Heat tingled at the back of my head. When he met my eye again there was determination in his expression.
“He won’t hurt you,” he promised in a low voice.
I jerked my arm out from his grasp. “You’re right. Aten won’t. The glimpses I've seen, incoherent and unhelpful as they are,” I said, taunting his assessment of my power, “I get to witness it all. I’ll watch everyone burn.” Tears crowded into my throat. My heart squeezed so hard I feared it would pop. “Even you.” The last part came out a ragged whisper.
With that, I fled my own bedroom. Fallon didn’t need to go on. It was because of my own inability to see, to articulate, that we would all suffer.
Especially Miranda.
And for that, I could never forgive myself.
