Burnt: A Devil's Spawn Novel

by Natasha Thomas

  I’m left with two choices, both of them have the potential to backfire horrifically, but it is what it is. Choice one… I give Lex some space to sort this shit out for herself, realise that I’m only trying to keep her safe, and protected. Sure, part of its selfish, of course I don’t want other men touching her, kissing her, even holding her hand doesn’t sit well with me; but the other part is honestly for her safety, so we’ll run with that as an explanation for my behaviour toward her. My concern about choice one is; what’s too much space? What if I leave her alone for too long, and she moves on with some fucking douchebag that’ll never love her as much as I do? Choice two… I do what every fibre of my being is telling me to, I fight for her. For our friendship. For the woman that will eventually be mine. The only issue with that is; I’ll end up dead before I have the chance to kiss her the way I want to. Before I can worship her beautiful body. Before I can claim her, make her my wife, my ol lady. Before plant my children inside her.

  Whatever happens, I don’t have long to decide. After watching her close the door in my face, the way her face crumpled when I didn’t stay and fight, and the way her body begged me to stay, I know what I need to do. What I want to do.

  It’s not going to be easy, but nothing good ever comes from easy.