GENRE: YA Paranormal
Elam and Corrin share the body that used to belong to Elam alone, and they take turns manifesting. Elam thinks he's going crazy, and Fiona has finally told him the truth.
“So I’m dead.”
She couldn’t call him that. Not with the flush on his cheeks from the fire’s warmth, the soft curve of his mouth, the scent of his skin and his breath and the dried blood from the cut on his arm. He was as fully there as Corrin was.
Elam took Fiona’s face in his hands. “I’m dead, Fiona. Dead, but I can’t die.”
“Elam—”
“How long do Elusu live? How long until I can really die?”
Fiona’s words were less than a whisper. “I don’t want you to die.”
“Say it again.”
“I don’t want you to die.” She closed her eyes. “I don’t want you to die.”
He kissed her. Hungry like he’d waited for a long time and desperate like it would never happen again. It stole her breath. She wove her fingers into his hair and lost herself in his aliveness.
“I love you.” His nose brushed hers, his fingers still warm around her cheeks. “It’s all I know, all I live for every time I come back.”
“Elam—”
“You don’t have to answer. You don’t have to tell me you don’t love me back.”
She kissed him again, feather-soft. Tears stung her eyes, tightened her throat so that she couldn’t speak. How could she love him when she’d already lost him? When every reappearance was a painful reminder that he could never be fully there?