Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

He’s pissed, obviously. It’s probably his first day, and I just killed his boss. Whoopsies.

“Are you okay?” I can’t help but let out a humorless laugh. “Me?” He nods seriously. “He touched you.”

Positive, because if you step within a thousand feet of her again, I will shoot you on site.”

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”