Book 15: You'll Have to Kill Me First

Marianna

Skye’s asleep with her body curled around three of her favorite stuffed animals when I step into her room and shut off the nightlight casting stars all over her ceiling. A soft breeze whispers through thick curtains I quietly pull closed before tucking her in for what feels like the hundredth time. I’ve been on edge all day. It’s been… the worst day. First, Blake. Me shoving another wedge between us. Then, fighting with Mom… with Skye overhearing.

After the fight I went down to the lake and tossed my phone into the water in a rage, then shifted, running over all of Moonrise until the sun began to set, and I slunk home to sit at the table with my mother and my daughter. My dinner was served cold. I deserved it.

I gently close Skye’s bedroom door while the mark on my neck aches. It’s a deep pain that makes my throat and shoulders sore and is relentless, but also, unfortunately, familiar.

Dean wasn’t faithful. I’m not sure he ever was.