36. REMY
REMY
Dropped the ball?
You have no idea. I laugh at the devil.
I’ve dropped everything.
Now, I’m breaking.
Memories leak through the cracks melted open by his venom.
The man I used to be glowers at the monster I’ve become. I was a general, groomed to kill creatures like myself.
I’ve forgotten all of that.
I’ve forgotten all the human rules that used to bind me.
“Iris.” Irisirisirisirisiris. I chant her name and try to take cover in her soul.
Her body is the dream.
All soft, warm curves and a never-ending flow of fruit-drenched blood—she’s enough to slake lifetimes of unrelenting thirst.
I don’t want to remember. “I want to stay here. With you.”
“You’re. Here. I’m— here! ” she stutters in breathy gasps.
The grip of her soul keeps me grounded.
Her pulse.
Her flavor.
Her sweet pussy and the glow of her soul.
Animal , the voice of my old conscience whispers.
Yes.
That’s what I am.
That’s what I have to be.
Anything to stay with her.