Page 33 of Burn It Down

“Dad!”

“Lan.”

“It’s the best I can do right now.”

Olivia smiled at me. “Right now. That’s a big deal for him.”

It was, wasn’t it?

Maybe there was a chance then.

A chance that I wouldn’t have to make the awful choice between my men and my dad.

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~Jonah~

I squeezed my eyes shut as the scalding hot water rained down all over my naked skin.

I needed the fucking pain to ground me.

To pull me from all the shit that threatened to inundate me and bring me to my knees in the process.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time. I can’t even remember when it first started.”

“I know. I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t… but I need to… I need to be this… this thing.”

“I get it.”

“I know you do. You’re the only one.”

“Fuck!” I roared, slamming my fist into the tiles, one of them cracking under my brutality.

“I’m not your Sire tonight. Touch me. I want you all fucking over me.”

That night had meant everything to me.

And, despite my worries about it, he hadn’t gone back on it when the cold, harsh light of day had come. He’d still been with me, been affectionate with me, he’d even trusted me with the whole Revenant thing and let me help him through it.

That night had been a fucking revelation and I’d wanted to revel in it, to breathe every moment of it in again and again, to live in those moments always.

But then he’d been taken.

I’d had to push it down.

Now that we had hope, now that we were so close to being able to locate him and bring him back to us, my mind was forcing all that back to the surface.

“Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

Jesus. My fucking chest squeezed like a motherfucker.

He was in so much pain.

Suffering.

All alone.

No. Not alone. He’d let me in tonight. I was with him.

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