Grey's POV Thirty-two years was enough time to accumulate regrets. But nothing felt worse than this. Watching her toss and turn without more than a minute of a peaceful slumber despite the fact she was exhausted and in need of rest. Each time she'd jolt awake with a hand to her chest and arms flail
I closed my eyes to keep any temptation at bay while holding out my arm for support. She used it, lowering herself beneath the veil of bubbles, and whimpering when coming to rest against the head of the tub. Only when she let go of my arm did I decide to look at her and it wrecked my own pulse to se
"I don't want to run anymore. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be something they fear." "What are you asking me exactly?" I begged it wasn't where my hopeful mind asked. If she wanted to tomorrow, I would make her my official Luna, holding her hand as the transition became the most unbe
Elodie's POV "Are you sure you don't want to take any more time and rest?" Grey called from the other side of the bedroom door, his presence just as comforting as it had been the last day at his side. Insisting I stay beside him to ensure nothing more came of Adam's vile attempts, it seemed to have
"How did you do that?" "My great-grandfather made it work on the body's electricity and gunpowder. Quite the alchemist..." As we continued, my eyes noticed the rooms set along the corridor. They weren't rooms meant for storing family heirlooms, they were more like cells. When I looked back at him,
I followed his every action with precision as it was enough for my body to feel loose with each exercise. Everything from the yoga poses to the breathing techniques and I was feeling more prepared for what was ahead. "Okay...first thing's first is to assess your surroundings..." He explained while
Grey's POV "You could have gone a little bit easier on me..." She complained as we came over the threshold of her apartment. I ensured each lock was in place on her door and caught her trying to rub her own muscles with fail. She eventually gave up, tugging her shoes until she could toss them away,
"How are you..." "Relax..." "I can't! It feels..." Her quickly rising chest made me desperate to make a further connection. I mended it by kissing against her neck and worsening the circles made on her inner thighs as she continued to shake. Her body rose and fell as if my fingers were at her cent