The Things We Water

by Mariana Zapata

I had to throw my hand over my heart because I had freaking known it! He would disembowel someone for me! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!

“You didn’t even smile that much when we agreed to mate.” “Violence might be my love language.” I still had my hand over my heart. “I knew you would do some shady stuff to protect me. I just knew it, Fluff.” He reached back, and his hand nudged mine. I took it. “Always,” Henri claimed, his own voice a hoarse promise in the night. “All the bowels?” “Slowly and painfully,” he promised.