Heena kept her eyes shut, leaning heavily into the warmth of his chest.
This was the inescapable curse she faced in every single world. No matter how many times she conquered a timeline, no matter how intimately she understood the mechanics of the System, and even though she knew her soul would safely detach from this world, the biological terror was absolute. The failing heart, the agonizing intracranial pressure, the suffocating darkness—the fear of death her physical host body felt was terrifyingly, violently real.
And now, a new dread had taken root. The paralyzing anxiety that the blood clot would melt away her mind completely, leaving her to forget everything and everyone before the end finally arrived.
"Husband," Heena murmured, her eyes still tightly closed.
"Yes?" Samuel answered instantly, his voice a soft, anxious hum against her ear.
"Go and buy me a candy. Right now."
