A Taste Of Truth by Charlotte E Hart

Tit for tat. That’s the game we were playing, but he changed it.
Tried to end it.
Didn’t work.
And so now we’re here and I’m considering what to do because screw him, right? It should be that simple, and it would be if he wasn’t still inside my veins, still haunting my every thought. I can feel him, sense his heart pounding for life alongside mine.
Maybe one last chance then. One more hope to find each other in this timeless world of his. We’ll run and breathe and dance to his song. He’ll hunt. I’ll brace.
We’ll collide.
That’s the plan.
It’s a shame my past is haunting me, too.