CHASING MONSTERS
Tomorrow, we sharpened our knives and counted who remained.
Malik’s hand brushed the back of my thigh as he climbed the last rise, possessive, tender, and something darker that promised more.
He’d saved me. I had saved Scarlett.
And if his eyes held that darker edge a little longer than they should have, if his fingers flexed as though they still felt bone giving under them, I didn’t mind.
Let them call me a monster, as I returned in blood-soaked rags once again. Another foe dealt with.
The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry.
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