No Saint

by Ria Wilde

“From now, leonessa, you are mine. No one looks at you. Touches you. Even speaks to you without my permission. Mine. Are we clear?”

“Ah, my wife, the kind of feelings you stir may be considered a sin but trust me, my thoughts on you are so far from hell I may as well be in heaven.”

Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.

“They were just words, Amelia.” She smiles softly, a real smile but not one that spoke of happiness, “Words are sharper than knives.”

“You don’t get to fucking leave me,” I growl to her, gently removing her from the car to place her in my

arms, “I only just found you, leonessa,” My mouth drops to her hair, “Please, I only just found you.”

“Don’t look,” I rasp over to him, “Don’t let this be the last thing you see of me.”

“Baby.” Those were tears in his eyes. Tears on his cheeks. His sorrow cut deep and true.

I stare up at him, “Are you hurt?” I whisper.

He shakes his head as a tear drips off the end of his nose and lands on my lip. My tongue peeks out to taste it. “Then why are you crying?”