'But you’re not a monster, Colvin.' […] 'The monster has always been me.'
'Fia,' he breathed, visibly tensing, his hand squeezing mine.
I shook my head. 'But if it means there is one less corrupt creature in this world with the audacity to try harming you, then a monster I am happy to be.'
Colvin swallowed thickly, his eyes coated in a wet sheen. 'I care not what you are.' […] 'Just that you’re here, and you’re mine.'
'All yours.'
He was every fear I’d ever had and every wish I’d never known I’d longed for. A soul as dark as night and a heart of cloudless mornings, this contradiction of a male had me tethered tightly to him long before he’d made it irreversible.
Beneath the sun, we have our fun, frolicking and singing until darkness comes.
Beneath the moon, we howl, and we bray, hunting and mourning the rise of each day.