Demonglass

I lowered my forehead onto my knees, debating whether I should burst into tears or hysterical laughter.

“Please don’t joke and bleed at the same time,”

You couldn’t actually die from guilt, right? No matter how stabby it felt in your chest?

“Nothing. But…look. I’ve spent basically my whole life pretending to be someone I’m not, faking some feelings, hiding others.” Reaching down, he clasped my hand and lifted it so that our joined hands were trapped between our chests. “This thing with us is the only real thing I’ve had in a long time. You’re the only real thing.” He raised our hands and kissed my knuckles. “And I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”

“I didn’t kiss you back because I had to. I kissed you because I wanted to.”

“Oh my God, less talking, more stabbing, please.”

“And you decided to get really close to her.”

He laughed softly. “I can’t see you, but I have a feeling you’re cute when you’re jealous, Mercer.”

“How is that you can go from decent human being to complete jackass in zero-point-two seconds? Do they teach you that in The Eye?”

He stopped, and his eyes glided over my lips. “Actually, I’m just trying to see if I can make you mad enough to kiss me again.”

“It’s just hard to believe that someone like her could be gone.”

“All the magic in the world can’t simplify affairs of the heart,”