Lor (Monstrous, #7)

by Lily Mayne

“J-J-Jugs,” I whispered, too terrified to touch him. He blinked rapidly, throat clicking as he swallowed. His blue eyes looked dark in the low light, and when they turned to me, I let out a pained sob. “Jugs,” I choked out again, my hand shaking wildly as I placed it on his chest. “Hi.” His voice was rough and hoarse, but his pink mouth curved up into a tiny smile as he raised a trembling hand. “High-five.” An ugly sound ripped from my throat before I began to weep. Instead of high-fiving him, I clasped his hand and brought it to my lips, kissing his palm over and over. “Jugs. Jugs.” “Please don’t cry,” he croaked, weak fingers curling to brush my cheek. “I’m okay, Lor. I feel okay.” I was crying too hard to answer him, throat aching and snot dripping from my nose. I cried so hard I thought I was going to be sick, clinging to his hand and burying my trembling mouth against his palm. “Lor, please don’t cry,” he repeated, chin wobbling at the sight of my desperate tears.