There was no light.
The only sensation she felt was floating on something dark and thick. She didn't know what death felt like, but this should be it. Cold, lonely, numb and weightless.
She was gone.
But she didn't want to be.
She had felt the moment all her senses logged off, and she was dragged into the darkness. And she had felt the moment when something else had moved inside of her.
Something laughing through her teeth that she couldn't control. Someone moving her limbs, a dark energy flowing through her veins.
The same thing she had tried to lock within her all her life.
She had died, giving it the opportunity to emerge. And whatever it was doing right now, it felt wrong.
Theodora was tired. In his darkness, she didn't have to worry about anything. She didn't have to worry about when Cain would find her, or when someone else would find out who she really is. She felt nothing.
