Page 72 of Master of Death


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I shake the thoughts away.

“Why so quiet?” Damon asks, as if he weren’t silent too.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

I take a deep breath, letting his eyes hypnotize the truth out of me. “I feel guilty for being happy.”

He squints at my response. Then brings my legs over his lap in the back seat while I check to see that Joey has AirPods on.

“You deserve to be happy.”

I close my eyes as I stroke his jaw. “You make me happy, Damon.”

“I can’t ever lose you.” He cuts off my air supply with a kiss, killing any response I could ever give him with his lips. Shutting me up, swallowing my whimpers. He pulls me closer and puts both hands under my jawline.

It’s the kind of kiss that makes you fall deeper in love. The kind you dream about for a week straight. The kind that syncs two souls, bathing them in peace and love.

I love you, Damon Dreygon.

More than you could ever know. Ever contemplate. Ever imagine.

I love you beyond the worlds and the realms of possibility. I love you beyond the sky and below the darkest sea. I love you as if my soul will always be intertwined with yours.

“I love you, little rebel.”

I don’t reply. I can’t seem to speak.

Instead, I focus on the touch of his fingers over my throat, then skirting my ear. I’m so content. I wish we could drive even farther outside Chicago.

When we arrive, we have a nice time. Matt talks an unbelievable amount, making it impossible for things to be awkward.

We hike for less than two hours, reaching a cliff where you can see a field full of snow and some dirt. My legs are grateful for the break. It’s been too long since I hiked; my body will punish me for it tomorrow.

Damon wraps his arms around me, my back to his front, my head leaning on his chest before I tilt it up and he goes in for a kiss.

When I notice the hunger and love pouring out of Damon’s eyes, I wonder how I ever doubted he could love me.

He looks at me like I’m his special brand of special.

Eventually I see Matt sitting on the rocks, his feet dangling by the edge, and I know Damon knows my next move when he tenses. He tries to restrain me, but I slip away, walking toward Matt and sitting near him.

When I look down, all I see is nothing but air and heights.

I close my eyes and breathe in deeply.

I’m sweaty, and my hair is in a barely kept ponytail. I feel good though. Emotionally fulfilled.

This is what I always wanted my life to be. Who knew it was as simple as taking the reins and doing what I wanted? Even if doing so might hurt others most.

I hear a chuckle, so I open my eyes and find Matt staring back at me. “Well, that explains ...”

“What?”

“You a thrill junkie? If so, you and Damon have that in common.” He looks behind him; my guess is he’s staring at Damon. “Though these days, he’s basically retired.”

Damon had once mentioned loving thrills back in the day.

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