Delving is like diving into the swampy history of a person’s life. She wasn’t an individual, but part of a collective, a large branch on an ancient oak focused solely on eradicating humanity. She’d been pruned to believe I was at the center, but pushing past the tangle of her purpose, I found the true roots. Someday, I would have to sever them.
She snapped her focus away from Nate to cast me out.
breathing was eccentric, hands bloody, anger bubbling over like a
cauldron of hate. I fed him energy to continue, having no more need of