“Yeah,” Novian scoffs, shaking his head before raking his fingers through the dark strands, but when I glance over at him, his eyes are still on Zoe. “Sure,that’swhat it is.” His chair scrapes back, drawing the attention of the girls, “See you later,” my brother grunts and then he’s disappearing inside the house, slamming the door at his back.
I stare after him, my eyes boring into the tinted glass of the kitchen door. Nothing can be seen through it, but it’s as though I can still feel him there, just on the other side of the door, staring out, ather.
“Cal,” Ozzie whispers, soft arms sliding around my neck from behind, her breath fanning my cheek as she rests her chin on my shoulder. “I love you, husband,” she tells me with a coy smile, pressing a kiss to the side of my throat and then laying her cheek on her arm to stare at me.
Leaning my head back into her shoulder, I turn my face towards hers, taking her lips with my own, I make sure to press my words into her skin, “And I love you, wife, forever and always.”
When we kiss, it’s hard to believe we’re here.
Being born into hate for one another because it was in our blood. Because it was our duty. As easily as breathing we were to think of each other as the enemy. And now we’re here, joined by marriage, by blood, our lives forever intertwined. I know my soul could never find another like hers for as many lives as I shall live. Because the two of us are wrong.
Wicked and broken and violent.
But together, together, we’re something else, because her and I are the same.
She’s sick.
Sick like me.
THE END
