The Miracle Worker Novel Novels & Stories

“I am. Don’t worry about me—I’m a werewolf, Diego. You don’t have to treat me like glass.” Her defiance made me smile despite myself. She had always been fire disguised in silk. “And you?” she asked, tilting her head up at me. Her eyes caught the faint candlelight, glinting like liquid amber. “Are you okay? After everything?” I hesitated, then nodded. “I’m alive. I heal. But the moment you woke, I felt it. That’s why I came.” Her hand lifted, brushing the side of my jaw where faint bruises still lingered. Her touch burned hotter than any scar. I leaned into it for half a second before pulling away, because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to leave.

Without another word, we rushed out of the bedroom and followed Sarah’s lead. The moment we entered the living room, Miracle was struggling in one of the guard’s arms. Her small fists flailed against his chest, and her high pitched cries filled the air. Her face was red, wet with tears, and her entire body shook as she kicked and wiggled, trying to break free from the man's soft grip. The entire scene unfolding before my eyes was enough to shatter the remaining pieces of my heart, that is if there was any, anyway