If You Don't Love Me We Both Die

by C.M. Stunich

Thomas Lachlan Eyre. The whole world knows him simply as Tam. Twenty-six years old. Turns twenty-seven in July. Six-foot-two. Strawberry blond hair that looks fake to me but that he claims is real. The greenest eyes I’ve ever seen (probably colored contacts). Born in Los Angeles, California to his mother-turned-manager, Elena Eyre.

he thinks the best Sarah J. Maas book is A Court of Thorns and Roses. Nobody thinks that! How is that even possible? It’s obviously A Court of Mist and Fury.

I am a speck of starlight in an endless galaxy, a black hole meandering aimlessly toward me.

He doesn’t ask me what I want signed like he did with the others. He leans in and scribbles … is that a dick on my bag?! Good luck, xoxo Tam.

“And you’re Kaycee Quinn. I’ve spent a hell of a long time looking for you.”

I’m starting to realize that I’m as stubborn as the ancestor who filled her Frost family journal with the following message: met my Match, the bastard. Hate him. He can die in a hole.

“She left you,” Daniel says, making zero effort to hide his pleased purr. “Other than Kaycee, I’ve never seen anyone do that. I told you that I liked her.”

“I know that it came out wrong, me wanting you. I had a bad day, and I took that out on you because I’m terrified that you’re going to turn on me, and that you’re not going to be real. I want you to be real so fucking badly.”

“You can tell me anything, anytime, anywhere. I promise that I’ll always listen, that if I feel angry or upset or hurt, that I’ll always do the courtesy of hearing you out. That if I need a minute, I’ll take it before I respond. That way, you’ll only ever hear my words and not just my reactions or my emotions.”

“I’ll show you with my body that I like you as a man, and I’ll show you with my heart that I love you as a friend.”

And that’s the story of how the Frost Family broke the curse. Peace and love and all that shit. Goodbye and goodnight.