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“He’s dead if he tries,”
“How are you feeling?” he added. “Give you one guess,” Griz interjected. A tiny spark of amusement flashed through Mac’s eyes. “Fine?”
The hurt in his eyes haunted me—drowned me in guilt—but I would rather he hated me for being a bitch than watch him die.
“I want you to live,” he added, his voice hoarse with emotion. “And yeah, it’s partly ’cause I’m a selfish bastard. I just can’t stand the thought of livin’ in a world without you in it.”
“I know you’re used to people wanting your power, but gods, Bones, all I want is you.”
if there was anything I knew how to do, it was how to break quietly.
“You’re a river, Bones,” he said, squeezing my hands hard to get my attention. “You don’t break, you bend. If someone tries to control you, you find a new way around. People might think you’re just water, might think they have you contained, but you’re strong enough to cut a path through mountain rock and wild enough to wash everythin’ away when you rage.”
“I’ll be your home as long as you need.”
