(BLUE'S POV)
One week blurred into a nightmare of love and helplessness.
Every morning, Mason would jerk awake the second my fingers brushed his skin. His whole body would tense, panic flashing across his face before recognition finally settled in. The moment he realized it was me, all that fear would drain out of him at once. Then he'd curl into my chest, holding onto me like I was some ancient tree standing firm in the middle of a hurricane.
He refused to leave the house. Wouldn't even step onto the porch.
"What if they come inside?" he whispered one evening, his voice so small it nearly broke me. His eyes kept flicking toward the dark corners of the room, toward every shifting shadow. "Demons can just… appear anywhere. What if they come here next? What if they take you too?" His fingers tightened in my shirt. "I can't lose you, Blue. I wouldn't know how to bring you back the way you brought me back."
Those words cut deeper than any claw or teeth ever could.
