“We're going to be fine. I promise we're going to be fine,” Milo assured, and Maddox just closed his eyes, throwing back his head in the airplane seat.

“Do you feel that way too?” he asked him.

“Yes, but not because of the she-wolf, but because of you and... Briccia. I like her,” Milo confessed.

Maddox felt the lump in his throat, and a dry, sharp pain, as if his heart was slowly being crushed.

“Milo, I feel like I'm going to die,” he said, misty-eyed. “I'm tired of what I am. You're the only good thing I have.”

“Don’t forget Rhia and that jerk Casthiel... There are people who love us...” Milo reminded him, and Maddox sighed. “Maybe, when it's all over, we should go far away.”

His lycan didn't answer. He just clung to the Keqzhara's hilt and tried not to think of anything else as a man from the crew came over to tell him they were about to arrive at their destination.

Maddox had never been to Salvador de Bahia, so he pulled out one of the tablets that had been made available for him a