Between Passion and Revenge, Part Two (The Griot Chronicles #2)

Chapter 48

FORTY-EIGHT

SHAE

I ’ll never forget the sound of my heart breaking.

It sounds like:

The drumming of my pulse?—

(Ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum)

The screech of air splitting as your body falls.

It’s your lover’s wail,

watching the world end

as you drift, surge, fly toward the ground.

Graceful like a feather; sharp like a stone.

(Shield the babies. They can’t see.

Cover their ears.

They still hear my screams.)

The sound of my heart breaking

is your flesh hitting the earth?—

and the crushing truth that

no plea,

no prayer,

no curse against fate

can halt the inevitable crash.