“You may be trying to claim the woman, his eyes said, but make no mistake, she and the fucking fireplace are mine.”
“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
“You may not realize it yet, but you’re mine. Not because I am claiming you. You’re mine because that’s how it is.”
“Someone once said that every man is trying to live up to his father's expectations or make up for their father's mistakes....”
“Fuck no, Trav, you’re not pulling this shit! You’re in love with Ab…,” his eyes focused and he recognized his mistake, “…by. Hey, Abby.”
“Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine. “You’re not dead.”“No,” I said. “Though we’re trying awfully hard.”