#Chapter 146 Separation of the Self

Mira “Are you sure you want to do this?” Beatrice stood next to me on the doorstep, Dominic’s voice muffled behind us. She had put back the barrier between the house and the outside world, separating me and Dominic. I had asked her to do it. I knew it would be hard to restrain him, and harder for me not to give in and run back into his arms. Something was still pulling me away from him, and I needed to follow it. “I’m not sure of anything anymore,” I said to the wood door in front of me. “But this is where I need to be.” Before I could raise my hand to knock on the door, it opened. Aubrey stood there, confused and surprised to see both of us for different reasons. “I thought I felt something,” she said to Beatrice. “Come in, please.” We followed her in, and I was grateful she didn’t ask about the bag in my hand or the crazed look I must have had on my face. I could still smell the blood on Dominic’s clothing, the blood that had clearly been spilled from Malachi.