“I know what you are.” I graze my knuckles over his high cheekbones, then trace the large pout of his lips. “I’m a monster.” “You’re not the monster that hurts me but the one who slaughters for me.” His mouth parts in shock, and his reptilian eyes blink at me. “I know what you are,” I repeat, sighing as the ache in my back disappears. “And I love you anyway.”
