Chapter 63

"Here we will drag them, and through the sad

wood our corpses will hang, each on the thornbrush

of the soul that harmed it."

-Dante Alighieri, Inferno

Somehow I had to carry on talking and show him that I was ready to reveal everything. There was no point lying anymore or even attempting to tamper with his fragile mind. The Watchers had let him go, so Zach was my responsibility now. Part of me knew that now there was nothing stopping me from being with him, but romance was clearly the last thing on his mind right now.