The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)

by Monty Jay

The ache of losing him is brutal. I don’t miss him, the way you miss a pair of shoes that you grew out of, a memory of a glowing summer, or even a pet you’d lost. I do not miss him. He is missing from me. A vital organ torn from my gut. A severed limb.

My heart and soul were never mine. They had always been his, and now they belong to no one. They are lost, forgotten, alone.

I warned them what I would become if they took him from me. Now there is no need to fear the reaper. They should fear the woman who loves him.

I never thought there would be anything stronger than the urge to kill. Until I tasted her.

No, I didn’t have one because it belonged to her. I think when we were created, instead of splitting our spirits in half, they gave both of them to her in order to keep them safe. To remind me, when the time was right, that all I am is hers to carry. Far before we stood in these bodies, someone had decided she would be the keeper of my soul, knowing I would have done far too much damage to it.