Malric's Pov

I am going mad.

Watching her press those soft lips to my son's cheek, Caleb's cheek... I feel something inside me break and re-form into a thing that only knows hunger. It is ugly and bright and it wants to bury the world and keep her buried with it.

I promised myself I would stop. I swore the feeling would die. Calm would come back. I was a fool to think I could bargain with this heat. I am a fool for standing in the shadows while she plucks the harp and smiles like the sun belongs to her.

Maybe I am a psycho. Maybe that is what...