Time won't fix me. Time allows me to become more skillful at hiding how much I hurt inside. Time makes me a great liar. Because when it comes to grief, we all like to pretend.
For heaven's sake," I say, "will you please sip the tea so I don't have to pour you another cup every five minutes?" "We're facing an apocalypse," he replies. "There is not enough tea in the world to calm me."
You want to know what you mean to me, Kam?' His lips trail down the curve of my neck.'Every day I wonder when your human life will end, and it scares the hell out of me. ' His words are hot on my skin. 'You make me wish I didn't have forever.
He opens one bottle and holds it out to me. 'Drink this one.' Inside is a milky blue liquid with what looks like thin slivers of glass floating in it. Surely he doesn't mean for me to drink glass. 'Am I going to regret consuming its contents?' 'No. But I imagine you'll still call me every expletive you can possibly think of.' He presses it into my palm. 'I don't like the sound of that.' I sniff the vial and scrunch up my nose at a sharp tan..
Kiaran and I have little connection beyond our names. We battle, bleed and hunt together almost every night. He teaches me how to slaughter in the most effective, brutal ways possible. But I've never told Kiaran why I hunt, and he has never told me why he kills his own kind. This is our ritual, our dance. The only one that matters.
One day, you'll tell people the story of the faery king and the human girl. And how he watched from afar as she lived out twenty thousand human days. And if she listened closely during winter, when the wind was cold and the nights were longest, she could hear him whisper that he cherished her so much he was willing to give her the world.
Gavin finally clears his throat to fill the awkward silence. "Tavish, Lorne. Will you permit me to introduce--" The large man--Lorne--laughs, and it's a deep rumble in his chest. "Permit me. Well, la-di-da Lord-I-Have-an-Earldom." "Don't be an arsehole, Lorne," Tavish says. "There's a lady present, for god's sake, man." Then he looks at me. "I'm Tavish--uh, Mr. Gray." He smacks his companion in the stomach, who lets out a hearty oof. "And t..