POV: You get up and for the first time realize that your own people might betray you. скачать в хорошем качестве

POV: You get up and for the first time realize that your own people might betray you.

The taste of copper. That’s the first thing that hits you. Not the light, not the sound of the dripping pipe in the corner, but the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. You wake up on the mattress—just a slab of yellowed foam thrown on the concrete floor—and for a second, you forget. You forget the debt. You forget the damp cold eating into your bones. You forget that you are nothing. Then, the coughing starts. It comes from the other side of the room, a wet, rattling sound that tears through the silence like ripping canvas. You roll over. Leo is curled up in a ball, shivering under a pile of moth-eaten coats. He’s seventeen, but in this light, with his ribs pressing against his pale skin, he looks ten. The mold on the walls seems to be inching closer to him, a black creeping lung trying to consume the only thing you have left.