Page 93 of Molt

I want her. Even if wanting her destroys us.

“Please,” she says again. She puts something in my hand.

A syringe.

I look at it. “No.”

“You promised.”

“I can’t.”

“You said you would.”

“I can’t.”

“August.”

“Don’t ask me.”

“You know what happens if I finish.”

“We don’t know.”

“Yes, we do.”

“No.”

“I remember.”

I freeze.

Her expression changes. “I remember all of them.”

My blood runs cold. “June…”

“I remember being Lenora.”

“No.”

“Eleanor.”

“Stop.”

“Anna.”

“Stop.”

“I remember the river.”

“STOP.”

“I remember the gun.”

I stand.

She grabs my sleeve. “I remember you begging me to kill you.”

“Enough.”