What Blood Leaves Behind (The Poison Rose) (40 page)

Larkin brought me here, must have carried me in his arms—changed, altered Larkin. And he thinks that we’re still—

But that can’t be. We can never be together like we were.

We’re not equal. We’re two different species.

It’s what blood leaves behind—this hollow, empty world. A shell of a thing. Families scattered. Lovers torn apart.

But Larkin—

There might be a way,
must
be a way. A way to piece us all back together. A way to live like people used to, a way to remake the world. And if there is a way, I will find it.