This is my downfall.
His fingers tighten against my jaw, making sure I can't look away. For a moment, our gazes lock in understanding.
A slow, cold smile curls at his lips. "Good girl."
He leaves without another word. And I’m stuck — shaking, my body aching, drowning in guilt and shared memories I wish I could forget.
6. Undead
Ghost
Iwanted to destroy her, piece by piece. Instead, she summoned a dead man. How the fuck did she do that? She said my name before. Back at her place, when I came for her. But it didn't hit this hard.
I clench my jaw, pacing the length of the hallway outside her cell, like a caged animal.
I can't get my head straight.
I spent years convincing myself that the man she knew died long ago, when those steel bars closed behind him. That all that was left is what I've become during those five fucking years.
But the second she spoke my name, my real fucking name... FUCK! It felt like the ground shifted beneath my feet.
The memory hits out of nowhere, slamming straight into my ribs.
…
“I have to go home,” she mutters lazily and nuzzles into my chest, her soft, naked body warm against mine. There’s something in her voice that sounds like music.
“Stay the night,” I murmur, smiling down at her.
She smiles back, and it feels like sunshine and summer rain. Like she can make me break the world just to keep that smile on her face.
I only met her yesterday, so how the hell does she already have this power over me? I don’t know, but I don’t care either.
“I can’t,” she whispers, looking away. Then her eyes come back to mine and her smile stretches. “I want to see you again. You’d better call me tomorrow, Dominic.”
…
I shake my head, trying to throw the past far, far away from me.
It doesn't matter.
She's here. She's mine.
That's all I need to focus on.
I need to remember that the past is buried and never coming back. That’s where I lost everything. And now she needs to lose everything, too.
Adora
I look at him with quiet mutiny, refusing to speak first. Refusing to ask where the fuck he has been. Why did he stay away longer than usual?
He crouches in front of me, his movements deliberate. Controlled. I don't like it. I prefer the cruelty, the mockery, the fire. At least then, I know where I stand.
"Did you miss me?" he asks.
I narrow my eyes. "Like a knife to the heart."
His lips twitch. I lift my chin, forcing my voice to stay even.
