No matter how much he tried, Ezra could not forget the sight he'd seen.
The oily darkness of the abyss, whispering into his mind, searing itself into his eyes, wrapping around Connell and dragging her with it.
And Connell's peaceful smile had probably been meant to soothe him but it had given the opposite effect. It had been eerie, the way she'd given in to a force that should have her screaming and kicking.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the sight from his mind but in the absence of sight, the memory shined brighter.
"Fuck." Ezra whispered to himself. It is generally seen as bad to speak ill of the dead but he knew she deserved it. "Fuck you, Connell."
She'd given a memory he'd gladly pay to get rid of. A memory he was sure even a tattoo couldn't wipe away. That was the power of the abyss.
