"I want you to lock Reece up," I say quietly, but the weight of my words shakes the air between us. "Somewhere far. Somewhere I know—know—he can't reach me. Not physically, not mentally, not in my dreams."
August lifts his head off the pillow, his brows scrunching together in confusion. "What are you talking about?" His voice is still thick with sleep, his hair a little messy from how we've been tossing around in bed after everything that happened earlier.
I sit up, the sheets slipping off my shoulders. My chest feels tight, like I've been holding this in too long. "Just look at this, okay?" I climb out of bed, crossing the room barefoot, the floor cold beneath my feet. I pull open the drawer and grab the small black box, my fingers trembling as I take out the locket and the note again.
