She dances blithely in the hall, her body moving with the boldness of a woman who knows herself. She spins, red robe flaring wide, and her pale body catches rainbows from the window behind my head.
“Can you hear them?” she asks. Her voice is breathless, rapturous. “The angels?”
She whirls close, and I shift my bound hands behind my back.
The notched blade arcs past my face. Drops of blood splatter across my swollen mouth.
“Please, Calliope,” I whisper. “Let me go.”
She drops in front of me, eyes wide, luminous. “They’re coming, Meg. They’ll take us home.”
AUDIO OF ‘ANGELS’, NARRATED BY HOLLY KARLSSON