“Never.”
I kissed your forehead, and even though you were still greasy and dirty from the match, I nestled down against you, using the muscle between your chest and shoulder as a pillow. I blew lightly over your nipple and teased the tip with my finger. “Can I tell you something else?”
“You can tell me anything, my love.”
“Orcus says Azrael will be visiting me in dreams. That I should request a meeting with the Thrones.”
“I’ll come with you,” you said without any hesitation.
“There may be things you don’t want to see.”
You grabbed my hand and placed it over your heart. “In all of this, no matter how dangerous or unpleasant, I want to be at your side.”
“Just know that… it wasn’t me. At least, I hope it wasn’t. If it was, then I never want to be that person again.”
“I know who you are, Vincent. There’s nothing you need to hide from me.”
I listened to the steady drumming of your heart. Despite the horrors that surely awaited us, hope bloomed in my chest. Azrael might try to break me, but your courage made me brave.
