Wrath of an Exile (The River Styx Heathens #1)

by Monty Jay

thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles against my pulse like he owns it.

No is enough. No is a full fucking sentence. No should’ve been enough.

“You don’t get it, do you? I always see you.”

“I’m always fucking seeing you, Phi. In every room, no matter how much I want to ignore you, you burn too fucking bright. You’re the goddamn sun, and I hate that I can’t stop looking at you.”

“There’s my girl,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers, “How’s our universe?”