Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
LEVIATHAN
It’s with gentle hands that Aiden patches me up. He treats my shoulder tenderly, not quite sure what to do, but he’s trying his hardest.
“You really should go to the hospital,” he says, dabbing a wet cloth against the wound. “Or at least see a doctor.”
I shake my head. I don’t want to be anywhere he isn’t. Stitching me up can wait. I just want to be here with him.
He realizes that and smiles softly, leaning forward to peck my lips in a sweet kiss as he places a bandage over my shoulder. “Let’s go to bed.”
He takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and to the bed. He lies down, and I immediately wrap myself around him, saying fuck it to the throbbing pain in my shoulder. I push his shirt up his chest, latching onto his nipple, and close my eyes in satisfaction. I need this comfort right now—the security that he isn’t going anywhere.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill him. When the time came to take his soul, I panicked. Because continuing this fucked-up life I lead without him just didn’t seem worth it. I thought that I could only treasure his soul in death, but I was wrong. So wrong. We were meant to be alive together.
I’d miss his smile. I’d miss his laugh. I’d miss the way he makes my heart race uncomfortably and the way he seems to brighten my day. I’d resent the absence of his body—his tight heat—and I’d crave it every day. I want to bring him pain for the rest of his life. The sweetest torture that he’ll beg for. I want to be his captor forever and I think he wants to be my willing victim.
I couldn’t kill my little lamb. My Aiden. My soulmate.
“Are things okay?” I ask, pressing butterfly kisses against his chest. “Can things go back to the way they were?”
His hands still in my hair and he shakes his head. “No, but that’s okay.”
And it’s with a smile and a sigh of relief that I realize it is.
Because as long as we’re together, torturing each other for all of eternity, everything is perfect.