Wyn (Monstrous, #3.5)

by Lily Mayne

Sometimes I could think of nothing else. Nothing but the knowledge that I would outlive him, and it made my insides feel like they were being ripped apart. Sometimes I looked at him and was flooded with dread when I thought of the day that I would start seeing the black cloak of death creeping into the edges of his aura, getting closer every minute. When his body would weaken and visibly deteriorate, and there would be nothing I could do.

He was so fragile. So vulnerable. I ached to think of him being hurt or sick again. I couldn’t even bring myself to consider what would happen when he was no longer here, and I was left alone again. Without him.

“Trust me, Danny, I am not getting the raw end of the deal.” I wrapped my arms tight around his middle, pulling him closer. “I get you.”

He was mine. He was always supposed to be mine. I had just needed to wait for a long time to find him. But the wait had been worth it.

I resisted the urge to stop and pull Danny into the cradle of my arms, just to feel his solid warmth against me. To breathe him in. Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t real and I had to confirm to myself all over again that he was.

But now that I had Danny… now, it felt like I had everything to lose. And it made me afraid.