42. Raging Against the Light
Louis
Without Ragna, I thought the floor of the cells would be quiet, but I wasn’t alone. I expected the other two to be out with clients just like Ragna was, but they were there, openly, and unapologetically watching over me. The Golem turned the electricity on the bars the moment I stepped far enough inside, and I had no energy to fight back or even talk.
The crying and worrying in the clinic had rendered me exhausted. The last few steps toward the bed were the hardest. As if it was miles instead of feet separating me from it. The emptiness of the bed rebuffed me, but the exhaustion beckoned me against it.
I threw myself on the bed, then curled my body on itself. If it was possible to cocoon myself and my abdomen, then I would have been one then and there
