Chapter Twenty-Two

Husk

Back home I paced inside the main suite's living room. "We should be bringing Sky back here with us. Not waiting for the damn doctor and nurses to tell us it was hopeless.” I had the stink of illness and death on me, and all I wanted was a shower to scrub myself. But I couldn't relax, not with our brother dying. I couldn't stay here, I'd go back after I cleaned up.

"I know." Winter sank down onto the couch.

He looked miserable, like he hadn't washed his white hair in days. There was a yellow-dullness to it I'd never seen before. But the fact he’d been here and fucked Fagua while I tended our sick brother makes me want to choke him. I snatched a metal vase from the coffee table and hurled it at the patio door. It shattered, making the glass fall like an avalanche.

"This is your fucking fault." I whirled to Winter.

"Mine?" He glared at me. "You're the one who threw the vase."

"Not the fucking vase or the glass." I clenched my fists. "Sky. If it wasn't for your selfishness, Sky wou