My body was in shambles, blood rolling down my skin, burns crawling over my flesh. But I just clutched Max and pulled my lips away from him long enough to look into those dark eyes, into that face crafted from curling flames. “You look beautiful,” I whispered. Shock careened across his features. Shock, then a shattered relief. Translucent eyelids slid from the inner corners of his eyes. And then the fire was gone, and the rot was gone, and we were two humans of broken flesh and blood collapsing against each other and onto the floor.
they love each other so bad im throwing up
