Lochlann considered this.
"I'll bring you something," he promised her.
He didn't tell her what it was. As her eyes began to close, Lochlann caught the warning in her voice, but if he listened to Guinevere Haze's warnings....
he wouldn't have been shot, he wouldn't have gone to juvie, or been handcuffed or cut or scarred and, most importantly, she wouldn't be in the hospital bed.
That was almost enough to make him want to listen to her, but Lochlann wasn't going to let her alone. Not tonight.
"Okay," he said.
In fairy tales, a kiss was supposed to wake a princess up from a deep sleep. That was how love worked. Lochlann was not a handsome savior coming to rescue her. He was the monster that someone needed to kill if they wanted to get close to her.
He pressed his lips against hers and bruised her with his lips.
He crawled back into the chair next to her and, for the next several hours, Lochlann sat. He could never sleep again.
This was all his fault.
"I'll bring you something," he promised her.
He didn't tell her what it was. As her eyes began to close, Lochlann caught the warning in her voice, but if he listened to Guinevere Haze's warnings....
he wouldn't have been shot, he wouldn't have gone to juvie, or been handcuffed or cut or scarred and, most importantly, she wouldn't be in the hospital bed.
That was almost enough to make him want to listen to her, but Lochlann wasn't going to let her alone. Not tonight.
"Okay," he said.
In fairy tales, a kiss was supposed to wake a princess up from a deep sleep. That was how love worked. Lochlann was not a handsome savior coming to rescue her. He was the monster that someone needed to kill if they wanted to get close to her.
He pressed his lips against hers and bruised her with his lips.
He crawled back into the chair next to her and, for the next several hours, Lochlann sat. He could never sleep again.
This was all his fault.