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

by Monty Jay

I hear a voice. The reason we’d started this. Why we stayed in Ponderosa Springs. It’s the voice that never asked us to go through with this, but we refused to let him do it alone. His revenge had become ours. His pain was something we shared. The fourth and final member of Ponderosa Springs’s bastard founding sons. “I leave and you let Rook take the lead?” His voice is smoke, quiet, lingering. “You’ve lost your edge, Caldwell.” Welcome home, Silas.

“I wanted it to sound like mourning because a part of you died the night we met.” He presses his forehead to mine, letting me breathe him in. “Thank you for loving me with what remained.”

We finally got our grim fairy tale. Our happily ever after. The ghost and the boy who was winter.

“Do you wanna leave?” I shake my head. “I’m content where you are. Location is only semantics.” “What about if I said to the grave?” My darling phantom. How does she not realize yet that I would follow her anywhere? That she will never be alone again. My ghost.

“Death is trivial. He can’t keep you from me. I’ll follow you to the grave every time and find you in each life after.”