Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Maxon
It’s been two days since the Shadoweaver revealed herself, and I haven’t seen another living soul.
The oppressive darkness of this place seems alive, shifting and breathing as though it means to swallow me whole.
Faint shuffling sounds come and go without warning, and whispers echo in the shadows—just on the edge of comprehension.
They’re maddening, like distant voices mocking my isolation, or perhaps my sanity.
No food or water has come.
My bucket ran dry yesterday, even though I rationed what little I had.
The ache in my gums and the gnawing void in my stomach are constant companions now, relentless in their torment. Yet, they pale compared to the aching within my chest. The longing I feel.
Fuck, I miss her.