I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.
Rachel VincentSneak out." He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?
Rachel VincentThereโs a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,โ he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. โItโs the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the cowardโs way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole.
Rachel VincentCanโt clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so donโt punk out. Make it count.
Rachel VincentSome things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldnโt hear anything. Ever again.
Rachel Vincent