His Straight Pet
I growl, and he nods, but his eyes are shifty, like he’s weighing his options.
Dante’s down again, wraiths piling on, and I dive in, shadows tearing them off. “Get up!” I yell, helping him stand, blood all over his face. “I’m trying, damn it,” he says, voice weak, and we fight back-to-back, my shadows and his slicing through wraiths like a storm. The fog’s thicker, whispering my worst fears—Raymond dying, me failing him—and I shake it off, focusing on his light, our bond keeping me sane. “You’re my anchor, sunshine,” I mutter, and he looks at me, eyes soft despite the pain, whispering, “I love you.” It’s like a knife, and I kiss him, hard and desperate, tasting blood and tears. “Love you too
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