Chapter 113: Fugitive

Funny thing about being a fugitive from everyone you ever loved. Sure, GreatGram had my back, for what that was worth-a lot-but I had zero illusions about her intentions if I failed or let myself become the monster I knew I could be.

The problem was, of course, if I did fall into that endless pit of devouring everything in sight, I wouldn't care if it was her or Mom or Gabriel or anyone else. I'd just take what I wanted and that, as they say, would be that.

I won't let it happen. Henry's mental voice was strained, almost panting. I think I'm getting the hang of it.

I hugged him with power, though lacking hope. Thanks, Henry, I sent.