Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

me that nothing fills.” There is something else inside me, too, besides that hole. Something so awful that I will not look at it. I am weary. I do not want to feel anymore. No pain, no loss, no failure. Only the colors of black and red. Death, silence, lust, power. Those things give me peace. “I understand.” I draw back and look at him. His eyes are deep with shadows. I know those shadows. He does understand. “Then why do you push me?” “Because if you don’t find something to fill that hole, Mac, someone else will. And if someone else fills it, they own you. Forever. You’ll never get yourself back.” “You are a confusing man.” “What’s this?” He smiles faintly. “I am a man now? I am no longer a beast?” It is all I have called him until now. My lover, my beast. But I have found another new word: “man.” I look at him. His face seems to shimmer and change, and for a moment he is shockingly familiar, as if I have known him somewhere before here and now. I touch him, trace his arrogant, handsome features slowly. He turns his face into my palm, kisses it. I see shapes behind him. Books