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What kind of idiot brought the most beautiful girl to a tawdry, cacophonous party like this and deserted her? If only he knew there were monsters out there, waiting for their turn.
“You’re beautiful, little lamb. Everyone in that room noticed you.” He smiled. “I’d wager everyone in any room notices you.”
Maybe she did know him. In a past life, or in dreams, or in something else that seemed impossible but true at the same time.
Wanting him didn’t scare her, didn’t feel impulsive or shameful or dangerous. It simply felt inevitable.
She cupped his face, bringing his mouth to hers, and kissed him, deep and defenseless, whispering, “You’re going to ruin me for anyone else.”
She was so beautiful, it made him ache.
“If I’d given you another, what was your final question going to be?” he asked her, his voice hoarse with emotion. Catalina looked up at him, her eyes adoring and concerned. “I was going to ask you whether you could fly.” He could; he could fly and glide and soar and dive, but right in that moment, with his soul and heart returned to him, with Catalina standing before him and their future spreading out ahead like a vibrant, luxurious tapestry, Brigan could only fall to his knees.
