Chapter Eight
Maggie would have done anything for Delos even if he would never ask her for a single thing. She held onto him as if he were the last solid thing in the world and she wasn't frightened that she might crush him with her indelicate embrace or that he would pull away with distaste.
He could die.
The thought scared her more than anything she could conceive of, and this moment of the two of them clinging to one another as if it were the last time, made her hold him a little tighter. It wasn't enough. She wanted more: to be closer, to hold tighter, to never have to let go.
"I'm not going to lose you." She whispered. "I'm never going to say goodbye."
Miss S
