My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.
My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.
A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.
Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.
There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.
He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.
I never mastered anything. I am damaged. Broken. And I always will be.
Forever. He carved the word into his soul. Kiera was his forever, deformity or no deformity.
Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. Because?Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.
My thoughts war. Part of me needs to protect her; part of me wants something else. Something vile. Wrong.
She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost. Sexy. It drives me crazy with need and I have to move away while I can.
Every spot his mouth touches closes the empty spaces inside.