Jeremiah’s POV
Comet lay there thinking for some time after she had awakened. Her mind was ticking with randomness, centering on just one thing while her body still asserted itself to the feel and touch of the bed. How could a man do this to her? How could a man control her emotions without even trying? Never would she be able to understand how she could feel so elated yet miserable at the same time.
Both feelings were pitched to intensity in his presence. She died for his touch and died from it at the same time. Even now, with only memories of him, those intensities were doing battle in her mind. She fed on him with her emotions, making her feel empty most of the time. After all, how can one find fulfillment with something that is not there?
She pressed her head to the mattress; the si
