If The Savior Stood Beside Me 소설 & 이야기

And by extension—to me, standing beside him. Christian wasn’t going to like this.

I sensed she was standing beside me. “Yes.” I swallowed hard. Before blackness enfolded my vision, she said, “Good boy, Spade.”

"Then what are you asking?" He pulled back, meeting my eyes with an intensity that stole my breath. "I'm asking you to trust me enough to let me stand beside you. Not in front. Not behind. Beside. We're partners, Angie. Equals. When you fall, I catch you. When I stumble, you steady me. That's how this works." He took my hand and pressed it to my own chest, right over my heart.

Outside their little circle, I was startled when one of the men landed beside me on the ground. When I looked over, I noticed their neck had been slit. My eyes widened, and the urge to flee was strong as I scooted away from him. His eyes were still open, even though it was obvious he was dead. Looking into his eyes, a chill ran down my spine. It was like looking into a vortex, trying to pull my soul from my body. “Please don’t kill us! We didn’t know she was yours!” The bearded man was yelling. When I glanced up, I saw a tall figure standing between the remaining five men. Instead of surrounding them like they had me, they kept their distance. It was too dark for me to see things clearly, bu

And you will not face it alone. "I will always be by your side." His remarks warmed my heart and dispelled any remaining misgivings. Thank you, Gabriel. Thank you for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself. As we sat there, watching our pack rejoice, I felt a sense of calm come over me. I had discovered my place and purpose.

My savior came for me and I have no idea how he found me. Right now nothing else mattered except Talon’s presence. He was here for me and I couldn’t be more thankful to the Moon Goddess for directing him to me again. Just a while ago I had him in my thoughts, praying and hoping that he would come to my rescue. I never for once thought that he was going to find me, neither did I believe that my prayer would work but the reality is that he was here with me and my attacker was held under his grip.

“But I stood beside something much larger today.” His expression didn’t change, but his attention sharpened. “And?” he asked quietly. “And it scared me,” I confessed. “Not because of what you can do—but because of what standing beside you demands.” He walked closer, stopping just in front of me. “It demands endurance,” he said. “Yes,” I replied. “And strength. And silence. And acceptance.” My voice wavered then, just slightly. “And I don’t know yet how much of that I can carry.”

I stared at him, at the man I had once loved so deeply that I had almost lost myself. “Your savior,” I repeated slowly. “Is that what you’re calling her now?” He frowned, confused by my tone. “Sage, you don’t understand—” I took another step forward, close enough to see the lines of strain around his eyes. Close enough to remember every moment I had stood by his side when he had nothing to offer but pain and blood. “When you were lying on that battlefield,” I said, “when your body was torn apart and everyone else had already given up, it was me. I was the one who stayed. I was the one who dragged you back from the edge.”

In that moment, his voice became my lifeline, a lifeline that whispered promises of salvation and liberation. Relief washed over me like a gentle wave, calming my racing heart. Despite the darkness that enveloped me, I could sense the imminent change, the impending clash between Sebastian and my captors. With each passing second, I grew more convinced that my salvation was at hand, that Sebastian's unwavering devotion would conquer the darkness that had swallowed me whole.

There were even women, and I had to wonder if it was a cult of some kind. Alas, Elijah did come. I had heard him say my name, I had felt him carry me. He had saved me. He had saved me. But there was something else… "you're up." I turned to where he stood by the side of the bed, worry etched on his face, and I found the strength to stretch out my hand toward him. "Someone's feeling clingy," he said when he sat beside me, and I smiled a weak smile. "I was on the brink of life and death. I'm sure I'm entitled."