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│ Surviving The End
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│Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, som...
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I stood in the wreckage of the penthouse, the chill of the wind ghosting across my bare feet, the sting of cold tile seeping into my skin. Koda still hadn't looked away from me—not really. He looked through me. Like I'd stepped somewhere I didn't belong.
Which I guess I had.
The silence that followed Drex's accusation felt like a bomb had just gone off and we were all waiting for the aftershock.
"She heard all that," Drex had said.
And Koda had turned, eyes wide like I was something crawling out of his nightmares.
I swallowed, throat dry. "What does he mean... what I did?"
No answer.
"Koda?" I tried again, quieter. "What is he talking about?"
Still nothing.
My heart thudded. A steady beat of dread pulsing in my chest. The broken pieces of that fight rattled around in my skull, and none of them fit together.
I looked between them. Drex looked furious, but not at me—at Koda. Koda looked... unreadable. And that scared me more than anything else.
"I deserve to know," I said. It came out stronger than I expected. "You both talk like I'm some kind of weapon. Like I've done something. I don't remember, but you do. So tell me."
Koda's voice was flat. "Get your shit. We're leaving."
I blinked. "What?"
He didn't look at me. He turned toward the broken window, grabbed the duffel bag he'd left by the couch, and slung it over one shoulder.
"We leave in ten."
"That's not an answer," I snapped.
"It's the only one you're getting."
I stared at him. Something in me cracked.
"Koda. Stop. You can't just—"
He turned sharply, and this time, when his eyes met mine, they weren't cruel. They were cold.
