The Fox and the Falcon (No Other Gods Book 2)

by Piper C.J.

I knew they existed—the black holes, the emptiness, the great, vast nothing—but they had no bearing on my life. Until I lost him. When

“No,” he chided gently, “it’s always sex with you. I worship your body. I love making you happy. I live to make you come. But I am utterly fulfilled as your friend, or protector, or confidant. Fuck, I’d die happy just for the chance to sit in silence with you, knowing you understand how I feel for you. One day, you’ll want me for more than what I can do in the bedroom.”

“Well, can you blame them? History is written by the victors.”

True insanity was denying the facts before your naked eye because they didn’t fit into your worldview.

Words were keys to endless doors, each door the book to a fantastic escape. Maybe the lesson was that the source of my love and my pain were often two sides of the same coin. Maybe the lesson was that those who promised to protect me would be the ones who hurt me most. Maybe there was no lesson at all.

Time has its cracks, its regrets, its imperfections. But you and I? We’re always.”

“The antichrist is the catalyst for the end of the world, and I’ll be damned if I’ve been shoved into being the vessel for a goddamn baby. Consider this my rebirth. Here the fuck I am.”