The Book of Azrael

I brought her back because I didn’t think I could exist in a world without her.

Maybe in another life,

That’s eight ways now because when we leave here, I’m going to fuck the word friend out of your vocabulary."

A slow mischievous smile curved her lips. "You still have witch breath."

Something snapped and coiled and burned in me, and I let it.

"Then fix it."

Her kiss was light, tantalizing, and everything I never knew I had been missing.

That was my girl.

My chest ached, and I found I did not like sharing her attention.

The weight of the world seemed to lift from my shoulders when I was near her.

How is it that she looks exquisite even as she sleeps?

You worry so much for others but not yourself. Why?"