Page 124 of Molt
I shake her. “Lenora.”
Nothing.
“Lenora. Please baby.”
No, I wasn’t ready.
“Wake up.”
Come on please. Don’t take her away from me.
“Please.”
Nothing.
I scream her name until someone pulls me away.
The memory shifts.
Rain. A black door. My clothes soaked through. A piece of paper crushed in my fist. An address given to me by someone who whispered about a man who could return what death had stolen.
I knock.
The door opens.
Gray hair. Black coat.
That smile.
“How badly do you want her back?”
I remember my answer now.
“More than anything in this world.” I say.
He hesitates. “What would you give?”
“Everything.” The answer is instantaneous.
His smile widens. “Careful.”
“I don’t care.” I rush out. Because I don’t, I just want her.
“You will.” He smirks, tilting his head watching me closely.
“Bring her back.” I beg.
He doesn’t answer right away. He studies for a second longer before saying anything. “She can’t come back from nothing.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Death has already taken the vessel.”
“Then make another.” The words leave my mouth.
Mine.
Fuck.
