The thought struck me like a clenched fist, sharp enough to force a hiss from my lips. I had to let go of the past. Not only for Leonardo’s sake but for my own. A lifetime seemed endless to humans, yet now, to me, it felt like a fast-running clock.
I ran my tongue over my lips, watching Leonardo. I needed to forgive him, to open myself to him and to the brief time we had left together, to make the most of it before the inevitable arrived.
“Don’t, kitten,” he murmured, shaking his head as his lips curved down. “Don’t rush. You don’t know what’ll happen.”
“You won’t live forever,” I whispered, swallowing against the tightness in my throat, my eyes stinging with unfallen tears.
Leonardo’s gaze softened, his teeth catching his lower lip as I traced the arc of his canines, noticing just how
