19
Roan
Bleak eyes set alight with the glow of the fire angrily l*****g up every dried-out twig, grass tuft, and tree in its path… I’d never seen anything so damn fragile—yet beautiful as Annie staring at me. No hope. No chance of escaping across the river to untouched land.
I’d promised to not take. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t allow my instincts to rule—but knowing death awaited us, I had no choice.
A flash of lightning lit her beautiful face, and thunder boomed overhead, ringing my ears.
I needed to live. Needed to hold onto the rush of life in my veins until my heart stopped.
I crashed my mouth against hers, tears, soot, and snot be damned.
She clung to me, her sobs filling my mouth as I licked at her mouth. Tasting. Overwhelming need to devour, same as the hungry fire laying
