We made love that night, soft and slow. Even his kisses told me how much he cared. I fell asleep in his beautiful warm embrace. I felt his arms slip from me in the middle of the night and when I asked sleepily “what’s wrong?”, he whispered back “sleep Angel”, but I turned and grabbed his face within my hands, demanding to know what was happening. He sighed, obviously not having time to argue. He hesitantly replied “rogues on the southern border”. I nodded, getting out of bed and throwing on one of his tees and leggings. I could hear him arguing with me, telling me I wasn’t coming, but I ignored him. Once I was dressed, I kissed him softly once and then ran, Judah quickly following me.
I could smell them before I could see them and I could also smell blood. A shiver went down my spine as
