Chapter Sixty-Five

M I K H A I L

I have no body.

I can’t feel anything physical. The only thing I have now is my consciousness, and even that is waning in and out of focus. One moment, everything is dull and muted, then the next, everything feels sharp. Sometimes too sharp. So sharp that it hurts, even though I have no physical form to experience that pain.

I’m surrounded by an endless sea of black. Nothing in the distance, nothing up close. Just a whole lot of nothing. I want to inhale and feel the air in my lungs, but I don’t know how to do that.

Slowly, memories of what happened start to come back to me.

I remember having a great night with Yana. I remember waking up with her. I remember the peace in my heart knowing that I will be with her like that, safe and warm and loved, but all of that gets shattered the moment I heard Evan calling.

And the call was late. They were already there.

What I didn’t expect was that the whole thing would be led by Uncle Amos, who I’ve confided in and looked up to. Eve