Haven
lay amongst the rubble in human form, a sweaty mess. Healing Luna had weakened him so much so that he could no longer turn. His body ached from the battle, but so much was blurred. He remembered his conversation with Griff in the bathroom, and then waking up near the ruins of the ballroom chandelier.
“You all right?” an unfamiliar voice asked him.
“I will be,” he managed, coughing up blood.
“This is not how most people want their first kiss to go, but it’s something I have to do.”
Confused, shifted his weight as he opened his eyes. He recognized the man before him as Pruitt Mondamin, the most renowned player in the regional college football bracket. He was handsome—his movements so familiar to —but covered in cuts and scratches.
“May I?” Pruitt asked.
“What?” asked . “I-is this a dr-dream?”
Pruitt pushed his lips into ’s, and suddenly realized he wasn’t sleeping. Something inside him pushed him to kiss back, so he did.
“We’ll stop her,” Pruitt whispered. “I promise. You’ll know soon how to reach me, but I’ve got to leave.”
Just like that, was alone again. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with the missing pieces of time. But am I really alone? he wondered.