Chapter 30
Can’t hold me back
Moros
Igo willingly. Woefully. With a pain in my chest that I can no longer ignore.
The dots inked across my skin itch in Wilson’s clammy grasp, his palm shaking against me.
Heavy. It all feels heavy.
“I should have done that ten years ago.”
“Don’t say anything else,” he mutters low enough to try and mask the irritation but it’s failing.
“Why?” I jerk my arm from his grip and spin on him. “Why not tell the world?”
“Because the world stopped listening a long time ago.”
I scoff. “Maybe it should start again. Because that motherfucker deserves to die for what he did.”
“You hurt him, Moros. We had a deal.”
“A deal he regularly broke,” I snap. “By keeping me contained, and you exiled.”
I shake my head and continue on the path down the long corridor that leads to the basement. I’ve been here before. I know what happens when I get to the cell filled with those too infected to deal with quietly.
It’s the same one I was put in last time I attacked the man that claims to be my father, who has abandoned me at every chance he got from the time I was twelve.
Anything to dispose of the infected one. The one named for Death.
But Wilson seems to be clinging onto expectations. Hope. A dream, maybe.
But I assaulted an elder—one that deserved it the most—and that’s punishable by death.
How ironic.