“She’s not coming,” he whispers, a tremble in his tone now. “She changed her mind, brother. She remembered what we are when she woke up, because you let her go. Monsters, Bash, she knows we’re monsters. She hates us, she hates me. She only wants you!” “No,” I reply, sharper than I mean to. “No, she didn’t. She’s one of us now, and she doesn’t hate you.” The words leave my lips to reassure my brother, but in the pit of my stomach, a boulder is sinking. She’s mine. She belongs to me. She can’t hide from me. I will always find her. Her mind is a playground, and I refuse to lose our games.
