Date = 20 November
This must be how a person on death row feels, waking up, knowing it’s your last day on earth.
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)(Grimm house)
POV – Melaena
I stare at the outrageously bountiful, unfairly handsome specimen stretched out beside me.
Sleeping, he looks almost angelic — lashes fanned against his cheeks, mouth slack with trust, all sharp edges dulled into something soft and breakable. Vulnerable. It sneaks straight past my defenses and settles somewhere deep in my chest, warm and terrifying.
I should memorize this moment. Savor it.
Because statistically speaking, we may not survive the day.
My brothers have seen the pictures already.
The boys’ chat group exploded minutes after Damion stopped answering their calls —capital letters, threats, enough
