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Tonight, I’m leaving everything behind and reuniting with the one person who always loved me unconditionally. The one who gave me their life.
I trusted him. I was falling for him. I ignored all the signs and my instinct and went to him. I considered him my savior when he’s been my Grim Reaper all along.
There’s something so utterly hard about standing up after a fall. The ground keeps pulling me down as if not willing to let me go.
The thing that rose from the ashes was a demon thirsty for blood. Reina’s blood.
Darkness never scared me before. It was a place to take refuge in. Darkness is where the monsters become invisible, and I’ve long since converted to the other side.
I lean my head over and suck her bottom lip into my mouth like I did at twelve when she was sleeping in our guest house. A shudder goes through her as I brush my lips against hers one last time. “You’ll never escape me, my ugly monster.”
Asher kneels on the ground as both my legs hang helplessly on his broad shoulders. “What are you doing?” I gasp, my voice breathy and choppy like I’ve been running. “You had your dinner. It’s time I have mine.”
My villain and my savior. My damnation and my salvation. The only person I ever told my secret.
“Ash…? What are you doing?” “I just started my dinner.” I can feel his smirk without seeing it. “I’m going to tongue-fuck you until you can no longer move, prom queen.”
I keep coming back to her whether I like to or not. She has me under some black magic. It’s in the way she looks at me like she never looks at anyone else. Like I’m her one and only.
This woman is my hell and I’m ready to burn.
Who said it’s easy to find the right road? If Reina is the wrong one, I’m not leaving this fucking place for eternity.
Because I don’t want to have parts of Asher while he keeps the others hidden. I want the light and the darkness. The sanity and the madness. The beauty and the ugliness. I want everything.
Those who say physical pain is the worst have never experienced being tortured by their own brain. They’ve never sat down and felt disgusted with themselves for wanting someone they shouldn’t.
“Don’t ever mention my wife’s name and making babies in the same sentence or I’ll fucking kill you. Deal? Deal.”
“Why Cloud003, though?” I murmur in my sleepy haze. “Cloud because of Gray, my middle name. 003 because of the day I first met you, January 3rd. It’s the reason behind this room number, too—1003.” I smile against his skin. Damn this man and the lengths he went to for this. I love you, my mind screams. I love you so much, and it kills me to think you don’t feel the same.
“Are you running away from me, prom queen?” “No.” Yes. “You can’t leave me, not anymore.” His lips brush against mine in a brief, heartbreaking kiss. “You’re my world now.”
“There would be a hole here and a lot of blood. Just saying, in case you’re squeamish.” “I tortured a man nearly to death for her. If you think I would have second thoughts about shooting any motherfucker who hurts her, you don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
