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.

“you fuel more than my ego, knowing how far you’d go for me. You’d give me anything. You and that pretty, dark heart.”

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

“I crave you,” I exhale, the admission slicing my throat on its way out. “My body wants you every second of the day and twice as much at night. I want you in the most unhinged ways, ways that would scare you.”

Whatever she wants, she will have it. I’d give her the world if she asked me for it.

“I think I knew you in a past life. Do you think that’s crazy?” My fingertips trace the lines of his collarbone. “No.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “But me wanting to know you in every life after this one might be.”

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

“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.”