Lionel’s POVWhy is it always Nan who suffers?I’d known from the second I saw her approach Nan that something would happen. My gut instincts had been on red alert since I had spotted her. I tried my hardest to prevent the incoming disaster.From the rapid changes in her scent, to her bristling and
The unwelcome noise of the party filters back into my ears. And then, even more unwanted voice of Cora whining…I turn around to face her.“Lionel-” She tries to say. But I have had enough.“You break into my home, attack my guests...and still have the nerve to stand there?” I demand.People begin to
Nan’s POVI must be dying.It must be the only explanation for feeling this bad. I’ve been sick before. But never like this.I know logically that the room is warm. My blankets are sticky and wet from sweat. There is no cold air blowing directly on me.But I can’t stop my shivering. The muscles in m
“We can’t keep doing this. Think of Dena and Kay. Dena has already been threatened with explosion for fighting.” Dena is in her room. Grounded for beating up a few older girls. Kay has been sent to her friends for the night. ‘Nobody hates Kay,’ I think glumly. Kay’s easy-going personality, friendl
Lionel’s POVThis is agonizing.I had only dozed off for a little while when the nightmares started. I had assumed I would be the one to have them after seeing Nan so close to death. I was wrong.My entire body is tuned to her. From her shallow breathing to the slight shaking of her frame. I could e
“It’s okay Nan. It’s alright. You did nothing wrong.” I whisper.“Lionel…”I sigh. “That’s right darling. I’m here.”But she is not reassured. Her weeping deepens. “Why…why won’t you believe me?”It’s a knife to my heart. That question…why, why why. I’d heard Nan use that tone before.I never wanted
Nan’s POVThis man…oh this man….A few little words and defenses shatter. He is the center of all my fears. And my desires…It was his voice that pulled me from the depth of my nightmare. A lifeboat out of the cold and dark. Saving my drowning soul as well as my physical body.He makes me want to fi
I lose count of the lazy kisses we exchange. I am more than content just breathing in the same air as him. Of letting our lips speak words we are not quite ready to speak.Each kiss is like tiny embers. Flaming the slow building heat in my chest. A spark.Then his hand drifts lower and lower…until t