Chapter 72 The Throne That Called My Name

• Everything hurts.
• My head feels like it’s been cracked open. I groan, low and hoarse, the sound scraping up my throat like it’s crawling through broken glass.
• For a second, I wonder if I’m dead. Maybe this is it. Maybe I didn’t survive after all the shit Jack’s uncle pumped into me—needle after needle, poison after poison. Maybe I finally crossed the line between life and whatever the hell comes after.