Page 145 of Dark Little Game
And,always, losing the sister I loved so much.
“Who I’ve become,” I tell him, because I don’t know what else to say. “And everything that’s happened to me.”
I feel untethered, like I don’t even remember what normal means, anymore.
“You’ve been given a lot of shit you don’t deserve, Hunter,” Rayne says, furrowing his brow at me.
“What is fate trying to tell me? What does it fuckingmean?”
“Nothing,” Rayne finally says, his eyes going wide. “Nothing. It doesn’t mean anything about you.”
The tears feel hot and unfamiliar when they fall down my cheeks
Tears of anger.
Tears of despair.
“What the fuck did I ever do to deserve any of it?”
He shakes his head.
He looks sohurt, and that’s what I want to prevent.
He shouldn’t be hurt.
I’m the one who should be.
“Nothing,” he repeats. “But just fucking listen to me. Listen to me when I’m trying to tell you something.”
“There’s nothing you can say,” I tell him in a broken whisper.
I’m shaking.
Everything iswrong. Maybe it always has been.
I feel like I’m dissolving, like I’m no longer in my own body, like nothing feels real.
Why are you so good to me?
“I see the spark in you, Hunter,” Rayne says.
“You shouldn’t be with me.”
He ignores my protest. “I see the spark in you, and I am going to be here. Every time. To pull you from the darkness.”
My throat goes tight.
And now the tears are falling again, but my anger vanishes, like a wisp of smoke in air.
“It’s going to consume me,” I say, my voice coming out shaky.
Rayne grips my arm.
Steadying me.
“Then I’ll rescue you,” he says firmly. “Again. And again. I’ll rescue you from the darkness.”
No one’s ever said anything like it to me.
