Say you’re mine. Our fingers tangle, squeezing, and I wonder if he senses it. This creeping knowledge in the back of my head—this sudden desire to start over, start fresh, do things better. I don’t want to lose him… But I know I can’t keep him. Not now, not like this. I’ve kept him for long enough. And this boy deserves to fly free—to scream from hilltops haloed under lemon-yellow suns, his demons slain and scattered beneath his feet. King Jeremy the Wicked, finally ruling his world. And maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll let me be part of it once more…
