Monty Jay

The Blood We Crave - Part Two

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That’s the thing about being close. You know which cut hurts the most, which words will slice the deepest.

“What are you going to do, kill me in my sleep?”

“Don’t flirt with me like that.” I smirk, watching the color of her cheeks turn pink.

Lyra’s small, barely five, in a dress covered in stars. Her hair is twisted up into two high buns, and the smile across her young face is blinding. If someone asked me what I thought pure happiness looked like, I’d show them this.

“Darling.” He traces the front of his white teeth with his tongue, a starved animal ready to feast. “I’d rid the world of men who breathe the same air as you.”

I hold more power in my left pinky than he does in his entire body.

“Thatcher, please,” he begs, jerking in the chair. “You are not your father. Don’t be this man.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” I nod in agreement. “I’m much worse.”

If it makes me weak to crave her, then let me be weak.

Being strong means nothing if I can’t have her.

I’d give her the world if she asked me for it.

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