Chapter 142

Abbadon's POV

I wake in the middle of the day. Something that hasn’t happened to me in many, many decades. I frown, trying to figure out what woke me.

I went to the other side of the world, put thousands of miles between Maya and me, and it didn’t help. I can still feel her. I can always feel her. It never ends.

It’s torture.

It is her panic, her pain, and crushing sorrow that woke me. For a few weeks, her emotions ran between fearful, curious, sad, ecstatic, annoyed, and sometimes a tinge of desire. Just the usual range of a well-adjusted being’s emotions.

She was happy, for the most part, excited about something, though what that something was I couldn’t tell. Any normal-thinking person would say that she’s excited about her baby, but all through her pregnancy, until recently anyway, she was depressed, lonely, consumed by regret and grief – she went from that to joyful in a blink.

It made no sense. And now this. It’s not depression. It’s the kind of desperate sorrow and fear th