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“Sorry.” I grimace. “I figured we should discuss this stuff. It’s what normal couples do, I read.”

He chuckles. “We’re not normal, babe.”

“I know.” My heart tightens in my ribs. “It’s why I wanted to see if we were on the same page.”

“Do you want them?”

“I don’t think so? I can’t see myself as a mother. I don’t want to bring a child into this world.”

“Neither do I.” He sighs. “I don’t know what a parent should be like. I’d never subject a child to the likes of me.”

“Don’t say that.” I place a hand over the stubble of his jaw. “You’re an amazing person. Just look how you are with me.”

“It’s different with you.”

“No, it isn’t. You have never been with anyone and look how well you treat me.”

“Are you trying to convince me to have kids, or…”

“I’m just saying that isn’t a reason for you not to. Even if one day you’re with someone?—”

“Don’t you fucking finish that sentence.” He lifts his head and kisses me. “There’s no one else for me in this universe. No one but you. No one will be enough. No one will matter the way you do.”

“I just worry that this will come to an end.” My heart shatters at the thought.

“Not if I can help it.”

“I hope you’re right…”

With a groan, he flips himself on top of me, and his emerald gaze sinks into mine. “How about I give you a little something to hold on to?”

Then he’s inside me, kissing me raw, reminding me why we have to live in the present even when the future may be a scary place.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

KAYLA

ONE MONTH LATER

Our life fallsinto place with each passing day. We fall deeper. Closer. More than I’ve ever imagined.

But here we are, cementing ourselves in the present, hoping for a future neither of us ever thought was even possible.

But things aren’t perfect.

The killer has yet to be found. No trace of Doctor Collins or his accomplice. The only good thing is there have not been any new murders.

Though I do watch my back, and so does A, I don’t let fear control me. I go to school. I see my friends. A and I still kill together, the bodies burning away in his furnace.

Maybe one day when the reaper comes for us, we’ll burn too, but for now, we live and we breathe, and we destroy those who don’t deserve to walk this earth.

Sitting in a café with Elsie and Jade, I stare at my two best friends. They’re so normal. So well-adjusted. While I’m me. I don’t think I’m ever going to change. Nor will I ever tell them what I do. What A does.

No one will understand us.

We don’t need them to. My friends know the important things about me, and that’s what matters in the end. I wish A had his family. It would help him. But they’re still at odds.

Elsie has yet to convince Michael to speak to A, and I’ve been unable to fix the situation either. Adriel still hates his family, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.

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