I Will Find You
He was busy arguing with a god that doesn’t show up to deals like his.
When he bit me the second time—lower, near the collarbone, a savage drag and shake like a dog with a rope—the world went white and returned differently. Sound dulled. Edges sharpened. I tasted metal and something bitter-sweet I didn’t have a word for. The bite throbbed and throbbed, a tide that didn’t care what it drowned. I thought of Remy’s hand at the back of my neck, the way his yes felt, the way his no had made me safer, and I forced myself to breathe like Todd taught me, in through my nose, out through my mouth, like a swimmer who knows the shore is real even when the horizon lies.
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