Like she didn’t want her comfort and the scent of her and the
hot, fiery passion that burned beneath the cold exterior she
gave the rest of the world. She admitted it to herself, let it
sweep through her, saturate the air around them. And when she
admitted it, that she wanted it to be real, even just for a night,
the roof didn’t crumble in on them.
Nothing happened.
Nothing except Giana’s lovely soft smile and her strong
hand guiding them both out through the doors into the black
night, frigid breaths sucked into their lungs, and a slow
burning warmth that ate through the raw grief, momentarily
tempering it.
Chapter 10
Giana
Smoke. Something burning. Fire. Not in the distance.
Close. The crunch of metal. Twisting and slamming, flying,
the world spinning, then everything coming to rest. Spikes of
metallic pain. In her mouth. All over her body. Wrapped
around her like thorny vines, digging into her already raw and
blistered skin. She was scared to open her eyes. Scared of what
she’d find. She was afraid that the world was ruined. That she
was ruined. That she’d open her eyes and she’d be above
herself, hovering somewhere else, staring down at the ruined
wreckage of her mangled form.
She blinked anyway. Looked. Tried to look. There was so
much wetness. Her head felt covered in it. Thick, hot wetness.
She stuck her tongue between her lips. Her jaw ached. She’d
clenched it so hard. The wetness was metal. Metal in her
mouth. Hot. Salty. Copper. Blood.
She jerked hard, her hands flying out in front of her face