Ace
She loves me. Hearing those words from her, in this new form, her lips drunk from the magic, was euphoric. Her touch, her words are intoxicating. I want to tattoo her very existence. I’m absolutely shattered, gone. But I don’t want to be saved.
I’m on my knees at her side. Her hand on my face. Her fingers pressed slightly into my skin. I look up at her. I am lost in her eyes. She smiles again, softer. Her eyes beckoned me to her. I oblige, forcing myself to my feet. She scoots over on the bed, inviting me in with her. Thankfully I was insistent the hospital beds are oversized. Myself and most of my men are massive and need the extra room. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to my chest. Her skin felt like velvet, a different sensation with her new form.
The guard around her
