Page 79 of The Dead Don't Talk
“You.”
Chapter 41
I’ve never seen a man so pissed about cherry filling
Amo—Three days later
It has taken daysto understand the full extent of damage from the raider’s visit, a ton of our supplies stolen or destroyed. I never knew a clan could lead a horde, but now that we do, Moros has lost his mind with preparing for the next time it might happen.
He was so mad about the filling for my pastries.
The sun has long ago faded behind the horizon, bathing the community in a purple haze that almost feels … romantic.
I know, I know.
Wrong time and place but I can’t help the way it feels poetic in a way.
Like this is where the meaning of life is found. Somewhere in the space between the living and the dead, the path paved by decomposed and alive alike.
Friendships have lived here. Relationships have thrived here.
Just as people have died here.
It all a part of … life. The circle between the two.
It hurts that Cassia fell prey to it all.
And as the pyre is built around her body and lit, I shed more tears for the woman that became my best friend. She was always there for me, and I’d like to think that the elders paired us together for a reason.
Other than the fact that we were both gay.
In the light of her flames, Wilson grabs my hand and squeezes, his glassy eyes flickering with recognition. Like maybe he feels it, too.
“Boss,” he murmurs to Moros as he passes us, his gaze holding mine. “I’m gonna take him home.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m right behind you.”
His smile is soft as he leads me away from the gathering, all the way through our community.
We pass the farming fields that have been trimmed back, parts of the soil turned over for the next planting, the scent of earth rich in the air. Wilson stops me there and kisses me with both palms on my cheeks and his body pressed against mine.
“Baby,” he whispers thickly, his forehead against mine and my face in his hands.
“I know,” I murmur back with my heart pounding and my stomach fluttering.
He smirks, his mustache tipping up at the corner.
“Until the end?”
I nod against him, and he kisses me again, his tongue delving into my mouth and tasting every bit he can reach. Like he’s leaving his mark on me.
“C’mon,” he rasps out once we finally break apart with heaving breath. “I want Moros to find me inside you.”
A thrill runs down my spine, and I squeak as he tugs me through the gate that’s been fixed and past the guard that’s been doubled. All the while, his hand is in mine or on my waist, on the back of my neck and even squeezing my ass.
No one bats an eye as we disappear down the bank to Moros’s cabin.
He doesn’t even bother closing the door behind us before he pounces on me. It’s all tongue and teeth and soft lips as he walks me back in the direction of the bed with wandering hands that slowly strip me.
