“WHY ASK? I know you already know.”
I can feel the tension in the room getting big. The air thickens, making my skin feel damp and an invisible weight pulling me down to the shiny marbled floor. I know that it has everything to do with the way Prime is looking at me. He’s glaring, too much and too fiercely, like he wishes that looks could kill.
If it does, I would have ceased to be a non-existent world by now. His glaring yellow eyes are bright in the middle of the dawn. The sky is still dark, kind of. Gray matter flies around the atmosphere. But I know it the sun is going to go up soon, slowly, gently, as if it’s waving slightly toward the rest of the world.
Behind him, at my window, the painted sky of the crack of dawn became a panoramic view that would settle my breath if I was bre
