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Survival’s funny. Some wear it like a whisper, others like a scream. Mine’s a scorched skeleton of flame-forged rage that keeps me upright. Keeps me moving forward.
Sadness is like stones that stack inside you, making it harder to move. Ignorance is my self-preservation tonic, and I’ll swear by it until I die.
“Kaan, no. I did not agree to this!” His body stiffens, steps slowing, a low, grating sound coming from him. “Say it again …” “What?” “My name, Moonbeam. Say it again.” If it’ll get me out of this saddle ride, I’ll scream it to the sky until my voice box ruptures. “Kaan. Kaan. Kaan. Kaan. Kaan! Now put me down. Quick.” He fills his lungs, his entire chest inflating—like he just took his first breath since he began a deep dive. “You didn’t say please,” he finally says, then kicks forward again.
“No wonder you laughed,” she says, then reaches behind me, flicking a blanket over my back and easing it around my shoulders. “The unbreakable always do.”
“You did this?” I ask, my voice wobbly. “I did, yes.” I shake my head, realization gushing down my throat like a drowning shove of water. My rage—my rabid thirst for revenge—was blinding. I thought Kaan was a tyrant. A heartless monster. But he has such a big, warm heart I’m surprised it fits in his chest. “Why?” “Because it hurts knowing she’s not whole,” he rasps, casting another sweep of sting across the backs of my eyes.
“Crush your flame, Sire. Or I’ll crush you,” I seethe with cutthroat certainty—violently aware that my Other is on the brink of bursting free. I may be utterly against hurting this male, but I cannot speak for … it. “That’s a promise.”
“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”
He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.
