Twelve
GRAY
The moonglass felt as delicate as a soap bubble, and I held it close to my chest, my skin warming at the contact.
Liam had said this was the most important thing we would ever do together, and I couldn’t deny that. But the last thing? No. Neither of us knew what the future held, what the price of our actions tonight would be. But I had to believe this wasn’t the end. Not for any of us.
Because I had to believe this would work—that we’d succeed in saving Emilio. And if we could do that, what couldn’t we do? What challenges couldn’t we overcome? What price couldn’t we pay? What rules couldn’t we break and re-write?
Love made all of that possible. And I did love Liam, I realized now. We had a lot to work through together, a lot of trust to rebuild, a lot of pain to heal. But
