Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend
"I won't heal. But I will endure."
"Endure. I like that."
Elion closed his eyes.
He imagined Lysander’s face when they walked back into the mansion. He imagined the shock. The fear.
He imagined Cale standing at the altar, broken but unbowed.
"Hey, Cale?"
"Yes?"
"Does revenge have a taste?"
Cale thought about it.
"I don't know," Cale whispered. "But I imagine it tastes like ash."
"Then we'll feast on it."
And in the dirty motel room, under the buzzing neon sign, they slept.