They returned to their hideout.
Liss didn't speak.
Didn't cry.
Didn't move.
Just stared at the wall. Her breath shallow. Her eyes flickering between silver and black.
"You're slipping," Thessaly said.
"I know."
"Then stop."
"I can't."
"Then let me in."
But Liss refused.
"If I let you see what I am now… you won't stay."
"Try me."
That night, Thessaly kissed her again.
Not out of comfort.
Out of desperation.
"If you fall," she whispered,
"I'm falling with you."