Chapter 73

Angel's room is dark but the light from the other room is bright enough that I can see inside. She's lying on the bed. I don't think she's crying. My weight sinks into the mattress and I move my hand to her head, smoothing away wispy strands of hair. "We'd like you to come downstairs and sit with us."

She rolls over and grabs my hand. Her eyes are desperate and she looks on the verge of crying again. "I love you," she says simply.

Her words sing through my heart. This is so fucked up. "I love you too, but I'm not sure this will work."

She sits up and wraps her hands around my neck, holding onto me the same way she held onto Monroe earlier. It leaves a bittersweet taste in my mouth and the last thing I want to do is let her go. Her head tilts back and she kisses me. Her lips are so damn soft-her skin, her fucking hair. Everything is so incredibly soft. She's giving me her heart in this kiss.

I take it.

We break apart, breathing heavily. "Come on," I say as soon as enough air enters