It was the middle of winter. I was laying on Claire's bed when she walked in wearing her pink pajamas and laid down next to me. She pressed her cold toes against my shins.
"It's a good thing you're so warm," she said, looking up at me from between her lashes.
In that moment it was all worth it; the pain of learning to phase, the 24-hour patrols, not sleeping for weeks, hearing other idiot's thoughts, them hearing mine. It all didn't matter anymore. Being what she wanted, what she needed in this one moment made it all worth it.
