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1 pages, Audio CD
First published August 4, 2026
“The things I want to do to you, love.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Maddox’s voice breaks and he tugs me closer. “I didn’t want to, but I thought it was the only way I could keep you safe. Until the day someone puts me in the dirt, the only person I’ll ever be is yours. My only regret in this life is that I made you think that you weren’t everything to me, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and everything I shouldn’t have.”
“Is that what you want? To see me on my knees, begging?” Maddox slides onto the floor, dropping to his knees between my parted legs. “Because I’ll crawl across glass if that’s what you want me to do. I’ll get on my knees every morning and every night if it means you’ll look at me again.”
He palms my thighs and rubs his hands over every curve of my body, anguished, like the only thing that can stop his torment is me and he won’t survive if I let him go.
A sob builds in my throat. “I can’t rely on your words, Maddox. They’ve lied to me before.”
“I’ll do anything. Name it, and it’s yours. I’ll gouge my heart right out of my chest if that’s what you want. Kill my own father if it makes you sleep easier. Anything at all, and I’ll do it.”
He drops lower onto his knees, gazing up at me in total despair. “Please, Reyna. Give me one more chance.”
I avert my eyes and wipe away my tears with my sleeve. “I don’t want to be made a fool of again.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
“I’ve killed a great many men for you. Harassed a substantial amount of the teaching body for you. Created and dedicated an entire collection to you because you consume every one of my thoughts. You alone brought me to life. So let me say it simply: I love you too, Reyna.” He pauses, then his smile turns wicked. “Now, if you’d be so kind as to follow me into the back, I need to see what your dress looks like on the floor.”
“‘On one hand, there’s sentimentality. On the other hand, like you said, society has prescribed notions of femininity and masculinity to specific colors. Using pink as the blood is the feminization of violence typically caused by men. It’s ironic, contradictory, and elicits emotional dissonance. Jarring, and it makes men uncomfortable. The word girly sits on the tip of their tongue, but they never say it, because the level of brutality of the crime was fueled by testosterone and male ego. A color is a color. Whether the liquid bleeding from a puncture wound is green or blue or even purple.’”
“She has a nut allergy? Why was this not underlined in red in her student profile? This is pure negligence on the university's part. I'll be having words with the administration manager to ensure this doesn't happen again.
‘What specifically are you allergic to?’ Ignoring her protests, I take the EpiPen out of her bag. (…)
‘Is this the only one you have?’
She nods. ‘I only need one.’
Incorrect. She should have one in her bag and another in her pocket at all times.
There should also be one in every room she enters, and every class she has. Another oversight on the university's part.
‘What type of nuts can't you eat?’
‘Um, just tree nuts.’
I nod.
I'm willing to admit my own shortcomings. Not knowing the classes of nuts is one of them. A fact that will change before the day ends.”