Chapter Thirteen: Catra

Catra slept some, but it was fitful. She knew she was safe at home with Ryan. She knew she was in his bed because she could smell his scent all around her.

Every time she closed her eyes, streaks of brilliant white light flashed across the inside of her eyelids. The light bled into her dreams, turning them violent, frantic, erratic. But she wasn’t quite sure if she was actually asleep, or if she was simply seeing into the future.

A future where the universe was too broken to put back together, and where Heaven fell down to the Earth. Something big and bad was coming. All because she had created an Angel.

When Catra woke up she nearly hit her head on the shelf above the bed, when she heard the bedroom floorboards creak. She turned onto her back, sitting up, looking around blearily, to see that it was Nora who took a seat in the rocking chair across from the bed.

Nora had a ball of pale pink wool and two sturdy knitting needles in hand.