He gripped his hair, elbows pressed against his knees. “I can’t stand it. When I love someone, I lose them. I can’t lose you.” “You won’t lose me.” I flattened my palm to his damp back. “I mean…you will, eventually, to death, I suppose.” “Don’t be so sure,” he muttered. “You’d be surprised at the sum I’m willing to pay to make sure you’re immortal.”
