|Posted by Brenda Dyer on January 15, 2012 at 1:00 PM|
Set up: Mel has just learned Kal has killed the demon hunting for Breeana. It is now safe for Mel to take her home, but he's torn.
“Yep.” Mel could hardly squeeze the word through his constricted throat. He grabbed the bottle and walked back to the living room.
“She wants to stay with you, dude,” Kal said.
Mel stopped in front of the TV and stared at the blank screen. “It's over. I knew as soon as it was safe, she'd be going back to her life.”
“Yeah, see, that's great and all, but things have changed. I see how much you two care for each other. And believe me, man, that's something you shouldn't lightly toss away.”
Red hot rage burned through him. “Lightly? You think this isn't torturing me?”
“Poor choice of words—”
“Screw you.” Mel guzzled another mouthful, the burn from the alcohol brought tears to his eyes. Or was it from the pain of his heart shattering into a billion pieces? “I'm sending her back because I love her so much.”