Revive Me: Part Three (New Haven #2)

by J.L. Seegars

“No, you don’t get to have me. You don’t get to say you’d find me in the darkest part of the night like we don’t both know that you’re the one who keeps leaving me there!”

“You buried me. With your secrets and your hope and your promises that you can never seem to keep and then you come back here after four years of silence and expect me to be thankful that you remembered how to find my grave?”

“Trapped isn’t the right word,” I decide, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to recreate the sensation of Chris’ hug. “It’s like a weighted blanket. Steady, gentle pressure.” “Secure,” Sloane says. “He makes you feel secure.” “Security doesn’t feel like this, Sloane.” “Yes, it does, Mal. It feels exactly like this. But when you’re used to not having it, when you’ve gone so long without it, security feels like…” she trails off, and I turn to look at her. I can tell she felt it, too. When it became clear that she was in love with Nic, she must have felt this same panic, doubt, and fear. “It feels all wrong,” she finishes. “Like something you should run from instead of run to, but you can’t keep running, Mal.”