Page 28 of Psycho Pack

My beautiful, fierce mate.

My mate who looks at my ravaged face without disgust.

Who smiled at me instead of recoiling in horror.

The Knight's trail leads deeper into shadow.

My vision adjusts easily.

They made my eyes for darkness.

For hunting.

For death.

But I can use these "gifts" for my goddess.

Peace instead of war.

Mercy instead of murder.

The facility shifts above us.

Concrete groans.

Steel screams.

Time runs short.

We need to move faster.

The Knight's blood trail shows he is slowing down.

Staggering.

The puddles grow larger, closer together.

He's weakening.

Dying?

No.

We'll find him.

Save him.

Because she asked us to.

Because she sees something worth saving.

Like she saw in me.

A particularly loud crash from above.

Ivy's arms tighten around my neck.

Her heart races against my back.

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