Page 135 of My Monster's Song


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Leaf’s coils slam Diablos into the wall.

“Ouch!”

Kit suddenly appears on the kitchen counter, tentacles waving in the air.

Mei giggles and trips towards the cat thing. She feels along the island and finds the bag of food, pulling out one of the rolls and unwrapping it.

Kit falls on it with a savagery that has me backing up.

Diablos sighs heavily. “Mei, are you happy, alive, healthy, safe? Do I need to kill anyone for hurting you?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Yes to happy. No to killing.”

“Good. I have an issue with an angel to deal with. Try and behave yourselves.”

With that, he vanishes, leaving us with a happy and glowing omega and a strange cat.

***

I’m sitting on the stairs on the porch, watching the endless blue horizon.

“You’ve been hiding,” Lirin says and drops beside me.

“Just trying to come to terms with what happened.”

“Oh. Good way or a bad way?”

I think about it for a minute, but I can barely put my thoughts together. “It scared me to have lost eight days. It scared me how I felt in there, the snippets that I remember.”

“Yeah, that bit is a little bit disconcerting, I guess. It is what it is, though.”

I lay back on my elbows. “But the most terrifying part is how much I want to do it again.”

There’s a long silence.

“Yeah, that bit, too.”

“She’s inside me now, Lirin. Her song, I can’t silence it. I can hear her, I think I will always be able to hear her,” I admit.

And this is what I fear the most.

The door opens, and she comes out, swaying into the night air. A song I don’t ever want to lose. Something that has wrappedaround me so thoroughly that I don’t know where I end and she starts.

Worse, the thought of losing that is unbearable.

I stand up and, without knowing where I am, she comes straight to me. I could step away, I could let her fall, I could do a million things that try to put some space between us.

Instead, I lift my hand, capturing hers, and I tow her into my arms until she’s pressed against me, and I have my face pressed into her damp hair.

“Omega,” I whisper the word.

It’s a chain between us now. There will be no other omega for our shiver. No other omega has or will tempt us the way our enemy does.

It’s only right and fitting that she is ours, and we are hers.

Chapter 32

Mei