36. We Keep the Pain
Ragna
Waiting was something I was good at. You couldn’t be a spy for your cousin or a nymph if you weren’t, at least not a nymph from the underworld if you weren’t. My brothers were patient, although annoying, and with varying degrees, they were. Not as good as me, because I am the best person. Ever.
If there is any impatience in me, my brothers would still be worse. These are my thoughts in my delirium. I either think about my family or my mate, but thinking about my mate just brings me so much pain, a chasm that keeps expanding. A chasm that eats me whole and fills me with so much pain that I can’t move, or I have to move.
“He’s going crazy.”
“He’s going to kill us all”
It didn’t occur to me that I have been glowing again, the cheap trick I’ve been doing to att
