Unholy Spirit (The Necromancer's Daughter Book 3) by Genevra Black

Author:Genevra Black [Black, Genevra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LIFE-IN-DEATH Press
Published: 2021-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

The night stretched on and on without mercy. Pain seared through Satara's body with every small movement, but her half-awake restlessness never let her lie in one position for very long. When sleep came to take the pain away, it was only for twenty minutes at a time at most, her rest inevitably broken by her aching body. It felt almost like she was in purgatory—like her afterlife of punishment had come early.

Punishment. What a farce.

She had done a respectable job of holding together for the afternoon, but now, after hours of relentless agony, her resolve was rapidly crumbling. She sat up in bed abruptly, and a sob escaped her lips.

Why couldn't she just go to sleep?

Satara knew, though, that all the hoping and begging in the world wouldn't bring sleep to her. The suffering was in more than just her body; thoughts and memories whirled in her head like a viscous slurry that stuck to the inside of her skull.

Hopeless. Broken and hopeless.

It all led back to Astrid, and then further to Darras. It always did. If Satara could have seen ... if she could have been big enough or strong enough to save them...

But look at her now. She couldn't even save herself.

She choked on her remaining sobs, standing from the bed. There was no use sitting and waiting for sleep to come when all that would come were those memories, those thoughts of all the things she had to do, all the obligations she still needed to fulfill. That was an exercise in self-harm, and she didn't have the strength for it tonight.

Wrapping her robe around herself, she headed instead for the living room, sinking into a cozy chair near the window. With two fingers she drew the curtains back a little, enough to see the night—so much brighter than any she had ever seen, between the snow and the city lights. It was as bright as an overcast afternoon in Shipshaven.

Shipshaven. In just a handful of hours, she would be back in her seaside town, her home for over a decade. She wasn't sure she had the strength for that either.

Satara pushed the thought from her mind and reached for the book she had left on the coffee table. If she was honest, she’d been putting off finishing Aevana and Commander Coldheart's story. The author had stopped publishing a century ago, so there would be no follow-up, just a cliffhanger and disappointment. And at the moment, Throne of Ice was the one bright spot in her life; she didn't want it to end.

She supposed there was no point in putting it off now, though. After all, there was a chance she could die in a matter of a week, if not quicker. She might as well finish her book.

With a yawn, she rubbed her tired eyes and flipped to her bookmarked page.

Coldheart watched from the wings as the Crown Prince whisked Aevana around the dance floor. His hand rested just below her waist, cradling her hips to his as they spun in time to the delicate music.

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