Mae can remember her turning vividly, and I think Peter can too. But I can’t. Mine’s all hazy, like a dream I had a very long time ago. I just can’t remember pain very well, I guess.
Everything will be okay, love. Mae was at my side and wrapped an arm around me. I wanted to push her off, but I didn’t have the strength.We’ll see, I said. Jack rummaged through a drawer, wasting precious time we didn’t have. What are you doing?
I need a knife. He looked back at Mae for help.There’s one in the kitchen sink, Mae nodded to it.Jack sifted through the sink and grabbed the knife Mae used to cut fruit. He walked over to Milo, holding the knife, and his breathing got more ragged. He was afraid of what he was about to do, and that didn’t make me feel any better.
Do you want to see this? Ezra asked me, sending a new shiver down my spine.Yes, of course. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else when this happened, no matter how disturbing it might be. If this was where Milo died or turned, I had to be here, with him.
Jack glanced over at me, his eyes burning with apology. He looked down at Milo and took a deep breath. With one deft move, he sliced open his wrist and blood trickled out. Pressing his wound up against Milo’s mouth, he didn’t even notice the pain.
Ezra, Jack shook his head, his voice trembling. He’s not responding.I was stubborn. But Q was a concrete wall. If he believed these daft ideas, it would take days, possibly weeks to refute them and change his mind. However, it was possible. I’d done it before when I returned to him. I would do it again.
My heart galloped around my ribcage. I don’t know what you’re talking about. None of that makes sense. You’re being absurd.Absurd? His face blackened. You think I’m absurd when I share my innermost fears? That it’s okay to roll your eyes and laugh at me? Fuck, Tess. I can’t rationalize the way I feel. I know how moronic it sounds. But I need to do this. I have to try. Otherwise, I’ll hate myself more than I already do.
I sucked in a breath. You don’t mean that.Je déteste ne pas être un homme meilleur. Oui. I hate that I’m not a better man. Yes.