Chapter 61 I Hate You
- Maximus's POV
- The night reeked of copper and ash.
- The blood moon bled across the sky like an open wound, its crimson light spilling through the narrow slits in the underground walls. It painted the stones in shades of murder and memory, and I tasted its call the way a drowning man tastes salt water—desperate, poisonous, inescapable.