Page 181 of In Death, Love Survives
Part of me can’t believe we just fucked like this.
“I love when you get like that,” she says.
Nova pulls up her underwear as she stares my way.
I kiss the back of her neck, making her shiver.
“It’s you. Always wanting to get a quick come.”
She laughs as she pulls up her pants, and I do the same.
“I’m addicted,” she teases.
“As long as I’m the one delivering them, I can’t complain.”
After redressing,I watch as Nova ties her hair up into a high ponytail. It’s wavy and falling down the length of her back now. She looks gorgeous and almost lighter.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
“How pretty you are.”
She blushes as she finishes tightening the ponytail.
“Ready to get to work?”
“Yeah, let’s get pouring,” I answer.
Walking over to a nearby closet, I pick up two gasoline cans. Handing one to Nova, she heads in one direction before I have a chance to say anything.
“You take over there,” I whisper-shout.
“I figured it was a divide and conquer kind of thing,” she whispers back.
“Stay vigilant.”
She waves her hand in the air, signaling she’ll be fine as she continues walking away.
I head over to the other side and start pouring gas in a line around the inside perimeter of the building. As I glance up, I notice Nova doing the same. Always in sync with one another.
Finishing up at the same time, Nova and I walk up the stairs and exchange our empty gas cans for full ones. Repeating the process, we do the perimeter of the second floor too.
“Will this be enough?”
“It should be. We can’t exactly do all the shelving and spaces.”
“Hopefully, this means it’ll send the message, but everyone will get out.”
I look at her stoically, knowing that she needs me to lead her a little to the light. Nova is a doctor; she can’t kill anyone freely. Not if she’s going to keep her same brightness.
“I promise. They will.”
She smiles warmly and continues spreading the gas everywhere.
“Wolfe,” someone shouts.
“Who was that?” Nova asks, stunned.
I wait a few beats.
