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“You know what I think about almost every night?” he murmured. I could’ve sworn he pressed his lips briefly to my knuckles, but I wasn’t sure. I thought I’d ripped out all the feelings I had for him, but I could feel them there again, tiny shoots uncurling and stretching upwards. “I think about your face when Lana pulled that gun on you. You looked relieved. You were gonna just sit there and let her kill you. An’ all I knew was that I couldn’t let that happen.”
Trey’s ears went pink. “Oh, I made something for Bones.” He placed one of my small green glass bottles on the table with a single dandelion flower inside. As I looked closer, I realized the flower was carved out of wood and painted a cheerful yellow with the stem green. “Can’t get the real ones now, so I figured this could stand in for ’em during the winter.” My heart felt impossibly tight and too big all at once. I picked up the little wooden carving, trying my hardest to keep my expression even, but I struggled. When I looked up, both Leda and Trey smiled at me. “Thank you,” I said, trying
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“Bones, look up,” Trey repeated. I lifted my eyes and sucked in a gasp, all thoughts of escape vanishing from my mind. In the night sky, ribbons of green and purple lights were dancing. I watched them move gracefully across the sky, my mouth agape. Trey chuckled behind me, but I didn’t care. This was magic. It had to be. “They’re called the Northern Lights,” Trey said.
“How are you feelin’?” Trey asked. I took a second to think about it. “Don’t yell at me, but I promise I actually feel fine.” He laughed out loud, and I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face again in response. His laugh felt like sunshine, and I was the godsdamned fool soaking it up like I was starving for it. “C’mere.” He reached out with his hand.
“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.”
“Not this. You don’t ever need to apologize for your scars.” “But—” I tried to protest, feeling shaky. “These scars are proof you survived,” he interrupted softly. “That you walked through fire, and you came out the other side. You’re a godsdamned warrior, Bones, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“My mom made that quilt.” My fingers trailed over the soft surface of the blanket, emotion overwhelming me that he trusted me with something so precious. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “I loved it because it smelled like you.” My cheeks warmed again with the realization that he had indeed been home for a while. “I guess that makes sense now.” He beamed at me, brighter than the sun.
“Means you’re mine and I’m yours. We don’t make love with anybody else.” “‘Make love,’” I repeated, amused, but I couldn’t deny that was exactly what he’d done last night. He gave me a playful glare. “It also means I get to take care of you. No more ‘I’m fine’ shit.” “What if I am fine?” “Ok, smartass, you can say you’re fine if you’re actually fine. I mean no lying. It means that I get all of you and you get all of me. The good and the bad. It means I’ll always have your back. No matter what.” Blooms filled my chest again. “Do I get to kiss you whenever I want?” He grinned, delighted. “You
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“Have I ever told you,” I asked in a conversational tone, “that you are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen?”
“Bones, open your eyes,” Trey gasped, stilling. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them, but when I opened my eyes, I froze. I was glowing. All of me. Glowing. As though sunshine ran through my veins and beamed through my skin in a warm golden light. “Oh my gods,” I got out. “Beautiful.”
“I know it’s a risk, but gods, Bones, don’t you want to live for something else besides just survivin’? What’s the point if you’re too scared to experience all the things that make life worth living? I am scared—fuckin’ terrified, of losing you. I don’t know how much time we have, but I do know I don’t want to miss a single second of lovin’ you.”
“I loved him, too,” Mac’s voice sounded low and rough. “I miss him every damn day.” Unshed tears ached in my throat. “We buried him,” he added, releasing my arm to gently wrap my cold hand in his. “Took a long time to get through the ground ’cause it’s still a little frozen, but I can take you to his grave whenever you’re ready. If you want.” His grave.
didn’t see Clarity at all. I tried to convince myself it would be disrespectful to go to her. If she didn’t want to see me, I could at least honor that. She probably hated me, and I couldn’t blame her. Seeing me would probably just cause her more pain, and gods, hadn’t I done enough?
“I wish he was still alive so I could kill him. Slowly,” he muttered. Trey had said almost the same thing. Despite the heaviness, the grief, and the horrible memories crowding my mind, I had to fight the urge to smile. Gods, maybe I’d truly lost it. I was broken. The harder I tried to keep a straight face, the more the corner of my lips turned up. His eyes focused on my mouth, surprise washing away a little bit of the darkness in his eyes.

