Clare – POV
"He killed me. They killed me… why are you embracing my killer?"
Clark's voice slid into my ears like a blade dipped in ice.
I was still in Reed's arms, my face buried against his chest, fingers warmed by the heat of his skin as if holding him there might keep the world from splitting open. I had tried to go back into the fog. I had to go back. Clark was in there. I could feel him. But Blaze had grabbed my wrist and yanked me away, dragging me from the gray nothing before I could take another step.
Now Reed was holding me, murmuring that what I'd seen wasn't real.
But there was the voice.
"Don't trust my killer. Avenge me, Clare. They watched while I was killed. They were there. They said they would protect me… but it was because of them that I died."
My breath hitched. My hands trembled against Reed's chest.
Why was I still hearing him?
