Chapter 17: Making A Deal
Lethia lay motionless, struggling to rise, yet her body remained rigid against the scorching rooftop. The heat pressed against her skin, and every nerve in her body screamed for her to find shelter, but she couldn't move.
'I can't move again.' Lethia groaned inwardly.
["Of course... I'm making sure you can't."]
"Wait, can you read my mind?"
["I can't. I am your mind. Ha ha ha..."]
'Wouldn't it be better to laugh once we move from here? You said you're inside me—so if I die from skin cancer, you would too.'
["Die? Who? Me? You? Us? Ha ha ha... Don't worry, I won't let you die... yet."]
The sun's scorching bite against her skin slowly melted into something cool and soothing—like she was lying beneath the shade of a giant tree, a gentle breeze caressing her.
'Are you... my wolf?'
["How dare you compare me to that cursed creature?"]
'But you exist inside the mind of that cursed being, don't you?'