Chapter 33

The sensation in my chest seemed to tighten as we approached the packhouse.

I felt as though everything that had transpired was churning inside of me, and I was suffocating silently. My rib cage seemed as though it was collapsing in on itself, and my broken bones repeatedly pierced my lungs with their broken edges like shards of glass. My insides were permanently stained with ink, and my blood vessels were covered in acid due to my guilty conscience. The worst feeling of all was the yearning to have my partner; it was unstoppable and so fucking vile that there was nothing I could do about it.

I...