Arrows and Apologies (Monsters & Muses, #4)

by Sav R. Miller

For those we couldn’t save.

I am not a foe. Do not fly me as a lamb flies the wolf, or a dove the hawk. It is for love I pursue you. THOMAS BULLFINCH, AGE OF FABLE: VOLS. I & II: STORIES OF GODS AND HEROES

Or maybe it’s because, deep down, part of me still hopes I can love him to recovery. That if I don’t give up on him, he won’t give up on life. On himself. I’m wrong, of course. So unbelievably fucking wrong. Some people just don’t want to be saved.

“You’re building a pool.” I nod, threading my fingers through her hair. “Why?” Closing my eyes, I consider not answering this question either. Swimming has never appealed to me. The water leaves you vulnerable, which is why I’ve always simply avoided it. My lips are dry when they open again. “Because you said you like to swim.”

How do you heal a broken heart when you’ve just noticed its fractures?

“Infinitely, and with every fiber of my being, Cora Astor. I’ve loved you since the second you walked into my life, and I’ll love you every second after, until I have no more to love you with.”