Page 56 of Savage Throne
Stillness swallowed me whole.
Moonlight filtered through the high-arched windows, spreading out this chilling, phantom-like glow within the space.
The moment didn’t seem real.
None of this did.
What was reality without Moni?
What was my night without her warmth?
Her voice?
Her light?
Every shadow stretched long, curling around the walls thickening the dark silence like a noose tightening around my neck.
She was gone.
And with her absence, my mind unraveled at the seams.
Memories haunted me in brutal flashes—her laugh, the way her smile would lift burdens I hadn’t known I carried, the peace I found in just the simple touch of her hand.
She had been light slipping through the cracks of my darkness when nothing else could.
Now, that light was gone.
Damn you, Father.
I sank to my knees in the middle of the room.
My breaths came out jagged and shallow.
Sorrow pressed down on me until the ache in my chest became unbearable.
I hadn’t prayed since the day my father killed Chanel. That night, my hands had clenched into fists, not in a plea for salvation but in pure unholy rage. I told God I hated him that night, and made a vow never to reach for Him or anything beyond what I could take with my own hands.
But tonight. . .
Tonight was different.
God. . .
My hands trembled as they came together—fingers lacing in desperation, knuckles whitening.
I come to you. . .on my knees. . .
I bowed my head.
God, I know You’re there now… because I never would’ve met Moni if You hadn’t been up there, watching over me.
Tears slipped silently from the corners of my eyes, trailing down my cheeks.
I looked at the floor as the first tear fell to the marbled floor.
Then the second tear fell too.
And then I closed my eyes.
