Eriva (Silent World #1)

I love the way you love me exactly as I am, seeing me as a perfect monster when I was created with the sole purpose of death.

It was difficult to know where I was while we were at the garage tearing apart the pod. It felt far too similar to the past. To being a child stuck in a cage, commanded to do as I was told lest I end up like the man on the table.

Thunder and lightning is an instant trigger to panicking. There’s nothing quite like a storm that has the ability to drown me in memories, dragged up from a past long suppressed inside me. If the storm is bad enough, if I’m caught in it, the past can come to life around me as ghosts.

Being surrounded by pods has the same effect at times even though I know I’m in control now. I’m able to fight back, whereas small-child me wasn’t able to.