Chapter 39

"These dwell among the blackest souls, loaded down deep by sins of differing types. If you sink far enough, you'll see them all."

-Dante Alighieri, Inferno

I wasn't sure what Ronan was talking about. I didn't remember writing any letter to Arthur, but that period of my life was very hazy, filled with overwhelming darkness. It was one of the most depressing times in my life. I had spent at least a month so hooked up on magic that I was hardly ever sober.

"Ronan, I haven't sent anything to Arthur," I mumbled, feeling numb from head to toe. This was my worst nightmare, a bad joke. The world couldn't be so cruel.

"You didn't send the letter, Maxine, but you did write it, revealing everything, the whole truth. Telling him about-"

"All right, I get it, spare me the details," I cut him off, rubbing my head so hard that I was going to have a bruise. "I guess I was so fucked up that I was ready to destroy my life and his?"