56|Second Phase

~Rory~

Crickets. Thousands of them singing inside my head.

Of all the possible conclusions of this prophecy, me being a sacrificial lamb has never crossed my mind. 

“Fuck,” Elijah rubbed his hand over his face, looking at me with clouded emotions.

“I...” I swallowed hard, groping blindly for the back of the chair within my reach, grabbing onto it; the marbled floor beneath my feet turned to puddles. It makes sense now. The gruesome deaths, the six-pointed star carving on each victim’s forehead, the missing hearts... It’s a sacrificial ritual. “Your soul,” I murmured, each puzzle piece slotting together now. “I am your twin flame, and my death will complete your soul.”