Monty Jay

The Blood We Crave

Sophia

To everyone else, he is their worst nightmare.

raia – inactive

She sits there, staring at me until her lips begin to move, mouthing to me silently.

“I love you, Scar. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

She repeats it over and over again. A quiet promise. A reassurance. Hoping she can say it enough that I’ll never forget what it feels like to be loved by her. Hoping she can say it enough times that it will last a lifetime. So that even though I’ll be without her, I’ll never be without her love.

I'm so delusional I'm convinced he doesn't want her to jump to keep her alive when in reality he only wants to be the one to kill her💀😂

I’m about to die, but I don’t care. I don’t care.

“Don’t underestimate the girl willing to do anything for what she wants.”

I lean back into the empty air behind me, feeling my stomach drop as I descend towards the crashing waves below. My watery eyes make out Thatcher’s form at the cliff’s edge, peering down at

Since he never had feelings he wouldn't know but he's so jealous😂

All amusement retires from my body and is replaced with irritation so severe my skin feels like it’s on fire.

’s not because of the clothes or her worn-down shoes that still have mud on them. No. It’s the smile on her face.

Wide, blinding, pristine, and intended for Silas Hawthorne. It takes up her entire face, lifting her entire body into a state of euphoria. Lyra radiates sunshine in the doorway, sunshine that peeks through a canopy of dark green pines and stabs the forest floor.

’s a smile that falls once she sets eyes on us.

“Do not ever wipe my blood off your body without my permission again.”

Lol at least he wants her somewhat safe I guess?😂

“Did someone touch you while you were in there?”

My eyes dare her to lie or withhold information. I did not let her live just so another person could abuse her.

Lyra might be a pest, a stubborn thorn burrowed into my skin, but she is mine. Mine to deal with, mine to end. No one else.

“You better hope you’re right, Alistair. If anything happens to her.”

I grip it in my palm, pulling it out and flipping it absentmindedly over my shoulder towards him.

“Not even our friendship can protect you from me.”

The breath shoots from his lungs as I slam him with as much force as I can gather into the asphalt beneath us. His back smacks with a bang, a groan rippling from his lips as I stand over him.

I’m not asking questions or begging for an answer. I would kill him, and I would make it hurt. Sit him down in front of his mother and remove each of his ribs one by one. Pull his goddamn spine from his throat and choke him with it.

Lyra was my beacon of emotion. All these feelings I’d never once experienced were happening to me because of her.

Being close to her was making me more and more human.

“No,” my lips twitch at the corners, just enough for me to notice.

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