One Mate Was Never Enough
I'd known the moment I looked up and found both of them standing in a wrecked conference room, covered in dust, looking at me like I was the most important thing they'd ever had to find.
"You could die. This whole building could come down..."
Ethan turned his head toward me slowly. His face was grey with dust and there was blood at his temple, and he was smiling, that real smile, the one with nothing fake in it.
"Then let me die," he said, simply.
"Living without you wouldn't mean anything anyway."
"Ethan..." My voice cracked.
"Shut up." Tristan's voice, flat and quick, from my other side.
"Both of you stay calm. No one is dying, not today." He shifted, checking the debris above us like a ma