Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

"I could die right now," I growl, looking into her gray orbs. "It would be the best death. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else except in you."

It's an apology to him, even though I still maintain I haven't done anything wrong. I know I hurt him, and at the end of the day, that's what matters. His feelings are valid, and while everything we had is gone, I still want him to know that.

"Grey," I murmur softly. "You mean everything to me. Since day one, you saw something in me. It was the first time in my life that someone really cared enough to fight for me. And that means so much to me. With Theo… it was the same."

"You both treated me like I meant something. I'm not used to that. And with us, you and me, it's—was—so special. But I didn't know it was just meant to be us. This is all new to me. And I'm learning to survive here. I fucked up, I know I did. And I can't forgive myself for hurting you. But I'm willing to help you if it means finding a way to fix the hurt."

become one person. It seems fitting anyway, since she already has my heart. She might as well take my body and soul too. At least then I'd find some type of peace.

Damon is right. We have too much at stake. I need to focus on the plan. We've worked too hard to be distracted now.