[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]
“Mar.” Matt’s voice was gentle as his hand closed around my shoulder. When had he moved? I wasn’t sure. I shook my head, trying to forestall whatever he was about to say. I didn’t want to hear it—I couldn’t hear it, not now.
Focus, Marin. Focus. Just focus.
“We’ll be with you,” Hecate said quietly from behind us. “No matter what.”
I flinched. Matt’s fingers tightened.
I don’t want you guys hurt. I don’t want you guys in danger. I can’t—
Was this what Phelan had felt like? What that why he’d tried to leave months ago?
It might have been.
My heart sank.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a whisper, jaw tightening. “I’m not where I should be right now. I’m just—I’m not.”
Clutching my coffee cup, I started walking without knowing where I was going. It didn’t matter anyway. I wasn’t going to go that far.
There was nowhere to go, not now.