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

by Monty Jay

“Those who know happily ever afters don’t always come with the promise of sunshine or midnight kisses.” I tighten my grip on the book. “The night can be cold, cloaked in bitter darkness, and even then, you can still have your fairy-tale ending.”

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

My lack of a soul wasn’t because of the evil that had infested my mother’s womb or my father’s corrupt DNA. 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.

I want a love that’s worth the fight. Consumption, unhealthy entanglement. The kind where you can’t really tell where one person ends and the other begins. I want love that hurts because it’s real.

“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.”

If she wanted my heart, I’d give it to her. She could keep it on a shelf in one of her jars—it was never mine to begin with. Not when it’s always been hers.

“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.”