“I’ve had enough of heroes.” Like my heart wasn’t thundering, I took my time tracing the scar that ran through his lip. “I dreamt of those as a girl. I consumed stories about them and sucked out the marrow. But no hero ever came. No hero took me from my husband or broke a man’s nose because he called me fat. No hero gave me his blood. No hero made me his as you have.” Because I was. I was his in every way that mattered, in every sense I knew.
