I Am Your Monster Now

She looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.
So I became something worth worshiping.

I was exile. Rage. Bone and silence.
Then she landed. Soft where I’m brutal. Bright where I’m ash.
And nothing’s been quiet since.

Her camp is slipping. Their eyes shine wrong. Their smiles don’t blink.
She doesn’t see it yet—but something’s eating them from the inside.

I carry her through storms.
Shield her with my body.
Touch her like prayer. Take her like war.

If she goes under, I lose her.
And if I lose her, I lose everything.

She doesn’t run.
She reaches.
And I let her.

She didn’t ask me to be gentle.
She asked me to stay.

Read on for fated mates, brutal devotion, and an exile who learns to love from the woman he saves. HEA Guaranteed!