Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because t'was night?
I think that Nox is just going to lie there in silence with me, but then his hand slips onto my cheek, pulling me closer until his lips meet mine. I know the moment that his bond interrupts and takes over, the way that the dark obsession bleeds through, and when I pull away to breathe, it murmurs, one last time, “Mine.”
My eyes drop down onto the body of my Bonded, soulless and empty and dead.
I want to lie down next to him and die as well.
