More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Dead men love pain,” Keiran said, eyes on mine. “Dead men crave pain. Dead men need pain.” He groaned when I pushed inside him forcefully. “Dead men need pain!” he screamed. “To remember they’re alive!”
“Do you see that we are not the same? That life can move in different lanes and still get to the same place? That baggage can be heavy, but it strengthens us to carry it? That light and dark are but shades of grey. You, Cadoc, are our shade of grey.”
“You’re mine, okay? And even though you have to go somewhere right now, you’re still mine. Wherever you go, I’ll find you. I pick you, Finnegan. I pick you.”
We came from the same hell, lived through the same hell, and were hell-bent on creating something better than hell. Maybe we could fit in here in Arlo’s hell.
“What do I smell like?” “Mine. My path, my purpose, my tether to this body.”
“Do you feel me?” “Savagely.” “Is it enough?” “It’s everything.” Keiran pressed his forehead to mine, our eye contact skewed by proximity. “Now we chase life. Together.”
“I know how to chase rapture,” I told him. “Tell me.” “Let me taste it on your lips when you come.” “Only if I can taste it in your blood when you come.”
“You terrified me into living.”
“Don’t chase sadness,” Keiran said. “Chase new possibilities. Because now I can do something I’ve never been able to do before.” I lowered the paint, finished anyway. “What’s that?” “Breathe,” he said, jumping off the chair straight onto my lap. “I accept your deal. Starting now. Remind me that I’m living, Cadoc Dire.”
“Fuck me. Have all of me, Finnegan. You already own me.” “Even your heart?” He moved his fingers and forgot about the condom he insisted he’d wear. “Even my shattered soul.”
“Finnegan,” I breathed his back. “You’re mine, too.” “Even if you drag me to Hell,” he agreed.
“Now we’re bound together for eternity. I will walk through your dreams, haunt your nightmares, stalk you in the waking world and bring you to my otherworld. You will never escape me.”
“Forever. Nothing and freedom, cuffed for eternity.”
And we had Arlo. Arlo Thorne, the man the world feared and the man who created the men we loved. “Us and that body,” he repeated, smirking. “And all the alter Arlos inside it.”
