“After seeing the tattoo don’t you understand that you did? The angel is you, Julia. You were always there with me in the darkness. Every time those fuckers came in to torture us, I went into my mind and thought about you.” My breath seizes in my lungs, his words stealing my breath. “I would think about your smile and your eyes,” he says, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Then I would think about the night I was buried inside your warm body, and I’d completely lose myself in you. It made everything I went through bearable, it made me fight to get the fuck out of there.”
