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But if oneishelpless, having a hero to save you is the very best option.
And anyway, what are my choices here?
I’m beingharvested.
I’d be dead by now if Tyse wasn’t walking through worlds to steal spark.
Steal spark, Clara? That’s what you’re going with?
Fine. He’s killing people to save me. To keep me alive long enough so we can escape.
I get it, it’s gross.
But is it wrong to want to live?
Is it wrong to let him save me?
“I love you,” Tyse says. Just out of nowhere. Just like that.
“I love you too.” And I say it back, just as naturally.
But what we’re really saying is…I’ve got you.
Because that’s what our relationship is based on. Trust and loyalty.
If I have your back, then you must have mine.
We linger in the bed a little bit longer, but only a handful of minutes. Because I do want a shower. I want to clean myself up. Not so I can look good for the god as he harvests my spark, but just to show him I’m not done.
I’m still here.
I’m playing the game.
When I get out, Tyse is tucking those knives into little straps or holder things on his legs. He’s going to take them into the arena, I guess.
I don’t want to know what he’s doing with those knives, so I don’t ask. I simply pull on the least dirty set of clothes that Delta gave me, lace up my boots, take a deep breath, and then I follow Tyse out into the hallway.
The world is shaking beneath my feet. Booming, thunderous vibrations that resonate with the chant of the horde.
Epsilon!Epsilon!Epsilon!
34 - JASINA
The week goes by like a blur, but I mark the days in two ways. First, by the new changes I see in Finn each morning when we wake. He always gets home late, tired, and in need of a shower. Either having eaten already or just not hungry, because we don’t share meals together.
So mostly, he just falls into bed next to me. Usually, reaching for me as he falls asleep. There’s no time for sex at night because his exhaustion is overwhelming, so this reaching that he does is the last thing I register each night.
Being in his arms and feeling safe and happy.
But the mornings are another matter. This is when he’s rested—whatever augmentation he went through the day before, having processed overnight.
After day one, it was all the new muscles. But after day two, it was his touch. Whenever his fingertips touched me, they would leave a glowing blue spark imprint on my skin.
After day three, I woke with my head on his chest and noticed that his heart was beating in synch with mine and there was a faint purring sound coming from inside him.
After day four, I woke to him pressing his thumbs against my wrist. “It’s a pressure point,” he told me. “If I press right here—” and then I lit up blue. But what made it even more intense… Ifeltit.
I’d never felt my spark before. It wasn’t something extra or something foreign, it was just such a part of me, it didn’t trigger my senses.
