Page 51 of The Darkest Hour

“I’ve never used sex to lure my kills.”

“You should have. You’re fucking breathtaking.” I stared at her, the storm raging around us, the boat rocking beneath us.

In silence, she watched me too, never letting any emotion to what I had just said show in her eyes.

“If I die on this raft, Onyx. . .I’ve decided that it would be fine, if you’re next to me.”

She parted those full lips, but did not speak.

But she didn’t have to.

I’d already made my decision.

Too bad we don’t have more time.

Slowly, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine.

The kiss was desperate.

Intense.

Then, she fell into it. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could absorb the pain and give back warmth.

Groaning, my hands roamed her body, feeling the softness of her wet skin and the little bit of heat that radiated from her.

Surely, it wasn’t wise to try and fuck in a rocking raft caught in a storm.

Yet, inside our small raft, there was a fire rising.

A fire that burned away the darkness, that promised something more, something beyond the violence and the bloodshed of our lives.

Breathless, she pulled away from me and licked her lips. “Havoc. . .”

“Yes.”

“Are we going to die here?”

“I hope not.”

“We. . .might.”

“I’m not so sure just yet, for now, all I know is that we are in the darkest hour.”

“What does that mean?”

“The darkest hour is when the worst things can happen to you. Intense horrific things. We are definitely in the darkest hour right now. Can you feel the darkness surrounding us, almost. . .suffocating us?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“That’s not good.”

“Oh no. It is. Because. . .it is only in our darkest hours do we discover the brilliant light within ourselves. Our souls burn. They glow. And it is a light that can never be dimmed. Nor put out.”

She gave me a sad smile. “I hope you’re right.”

“Lucky for you, I tend to always be right.”