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Nodding, I stretch my legs out. "It's a good plan. Shall we do it now?"
"I doubt many people want to hear my voice whispering into their homes while they're trying to sleep," Plume says with a lilting laugh. "Tomorrow. We'll send it daily and hope it reaches the right people."
Ican't sleep.
Without her near me, it's been a week of restless nights.
Every day I am away from her, I feel my skin tightening, my countenance growing dimmer.
I have never needed a woman for my happiness.
I have spent seventy years on my own, entertaining women only when it suited the urges of my baser nature.
But then I met Viola Mistflow, and she turned me upside down. Suddenly, I was making plans for a life together. I was considering what it would be like to have her tucked under my arm on a cold day.
Viola Mistflow, the Shadowweaver, the God of everything but Spring, has consumed me from the moment she mouthed off to me during the opening ceremonies for the Race.
I have longed to pry her head open and see what makes her tick. The shadows and nightmares that swim within her consciousness tease me with the inevitability of our destruction.
But oh, it will be a beautiful end.
There is no world in which Viola Mistflow and I live a calm and simple life. I knew that when I told her I loved her.
I knew that when I promised her that I was all in on our relationship.
Every step she takes is one towards chaos, and I will trail behind her, picking up the pieces until the air within my bodystales.
But this? Leaving me behind?
It is a betrayal that is freezing the blood within my veins.
I know I will forgive her. I have spent seven days telling the others that we must stay the course and continue our mission. And I believe that. It is not lip service to keep the momentum going. But I have tried to temper my fury at the woman I have chosen to spend my life with. When I think about the fact that she recklessly met with Himureal alone, which resulted in her being trapped in Ytopie, I see red.
Every day she is away from me, I feel I am losing my tenuous grip on the anger I keep locked inside me.
I am beginning to understand her more and more every day.
She felt this and more when her parents left her in the Summit. At least I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she will come back to me.
I will give her no other choice but to.
The sun crests the horizon, shooting rays of light through the brightening sky, streaking orange, pink, and purple over Krillium. I lean against the thin tree at my back, using it to hold my weary body, and I imagine Viola staring at the same sunrise.
But I know she's not.
If she is trapped in Ytopie, there is only one place that could hold her.
Prison.
The woman I love is most likely trapped underground, surrounded by slag that dampens her magic and brings to theforefront memories of a trauma no one should ever endure. But if anyone can handle it, it's her.
If anyone can figure out how to escape an inescapable prison, it is Viola fucking Mistflow.
My Shadowweaver.
Chapter 8
Viola
