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I spent so long wishing for death, but now that I’ve had a taste of freedom, I want nothing more than to live. I choose to live.
Still, that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach won’t leave. I want to claw my skin off. I want to scream until my throat goes hoarse. I want to incinerate his touch embedded into muscle and bone. Into the very center of my being. That man is dead. But deep down, I know he has forever broken me.
There are people in this world that draw your awareness without explanation. You notice them, even if you don’t understand why. Could be physical attraction. Could be something deeper—a recognition of someone’s soul.
Was it fucked up that I find myself attracted to him when I know he likes to play hide the knife in the human body?
“Batman,” I wheeze. “Wait, shit. Redo. I’m your worst nightmare. Does that sound more threatening?”
“Oh, Cain’s going to have a fit when he sees you.” “Shit.” My face crumples. “I’ll clean everything up. I promise.” “I said when he sees you. Not the kitchen destruction.” I glance down at myself. “Should I change out of his clothes? I didn’t have anything else...” Rev chuckles. “You are too cute, you know that? Completely innocent. When Cain finally accepts that, you’re going to set fire to his world, pretty boy.”
I’m convinced Rev is a villain. Together, with my chaos and his lack of remorse, the two of us borderline on a national threat.
“Cain?” I murmur, pulse quickening. “Yeah, baby?” “You feel like home to me.”
“You’re mine. No one is ever going to fucking touch you again.” “Yours.” Ezra nods, cradling my face in his hand. “But you belong to me, too.”
“I know you aren’t mine by blood, but that never did matter to me, you know that?” Jakey says. “My boy went to heaven, and I got to pull you out of hell.”
