Chapter 116

The crescent hangs low in the sky-a blood red moon. The belt of Orion hung between the points, connecting the ends of the moon to almost look like a full circle.

I am lying in a large bed. He's beside me. Holding me close. It's an odd situation to be in-being in the arms of a monster like him. A murderer. But Zemira's contentment is all I feel as I curl up with my hands pressed against his naked, scarred chest.

I open my eyes and study him. He looks nothing like Kennedy, save for the fact that they're both as tall as a skyscraper. He has a soft tan to his skin, a strong jaw and a Roman's nose. His lips are plump and pale pink, and his face is speckled in the makings of a beard.

I lift my hand and stroke the bumps and dents of the mark I have left on his neck. He's bulky and made of muscle but isn't as solid as Kennedy or Hendrick. This muscle is something that has come from years of war and work. Naturally he's just a tall, slenderman.

His eyes are open now. They pierce me with their