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29- Truth, or dare?

  *The next day*

   "Your mother destroyed the portal." Wolfe tells me as he sits beside me on the fluffy white bed I lie in. Though I don't look up at him, a sad expression is sure to be on his face to match his tone when he says, "She saved multiple dimensions, even if she couldn't save herself, too."

    Wolfe eyes me, but keeps his distance. I, on the other hand, just peer down at my hands and watch as they shake non-stop against the fluffy white covers. My body aches, my mind is fuzzy from receiving no sleep and a heck of a beating, and my thoughts are just a blur.

   "Eve," Wolfe begins speaking again, his tone smooth, but worried, "you've been through so much. Please talk to me."

    My mind is such a contemplation. Half of it whispers at me to tell him every little thing that is on my mind, but the other half yells that if I do, I will crumble so easily.

    Beside me, Wolfe swings his legs over on the bed, and lays out next to me. He sighs, and I cringe when he places his hand in mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch a flash of hurt pass over his face, and I lose it.

    "Wolfe, I'm sorry... I just..." I try, my voice coming out hoarse and crackly. "I just can't believe Marcus, Gage, and my mother are all dead. Marcus... He was a friend and a fighter, even if he was a traitor. He did it for his wife, and if I was in his place I know I would've done the same heartbreaking thing.

    And Gage... Oh poor Gage. He was my only friend growing up, and he loved me more than anybody did. I feel so bad, because he loved me in a way that I didn't love him back and it hurt him so badly. I just hope he didn't die hurt, and that he died happy that I loved him like a brother. He deserved to be happy.

   My mother is a completely different story. She loved me... And she cared about me. She risked so much for me, but yet, she never gets the chance to have a real relationship with me and watch me grow into a woman. She didn't deserve this.

   For a fact, nobody deserved this."

   At the last sentence, I lift my eyes to meet Wolfe's glowing blue ones, and he tries for a smile when he meets my gaze.

   "Does it feel good to get that off your chest?" He asks me, his words sticking like glue to my foggy mind.

   I nod my head, but as I let out more words that prosper in my thoughts, tears begin streaming down my face.

    "It doesn't take away the pain." I whisper weakly before I begin weeping like I have never weeped before. Wolfe doesn't hesitate a beat to wrap his arms around me and hold me against his chest so tightly that I am left with nothing to do but bury my face in the crook of his neck and sob my heart out.

    "Sh. Sh. Sh..." Wolfe's voice flows through my ears, calming my shaking body. "It is going to be okay."

   "Wolfe, it isn't going to be okay! It is never going to be okay again!" I whine, the words spilling off my tongue so quickly.

   "It is." He counters with a strong tone. "It is going to be okay."

"I can't live like this! I'm a killer! I murdered people! I also can't live in so much pain! My family and friends were murdered." As another tear treads down my face, I finish, saying, "There is so much death. Too much."

"You can live." Wolfe whispers to me as I close my eyes and squeeze them so tight that I see dots behind my eyelids. "You can. You are a fighter, and not one of your three friends would want you to give up and weep for them for the rest of your life, Eve."