Fierce Devotion

Lia

After I’ve brought up my cancer, it’s like a switch has been pulled. Dec’s bright smile falters, replaced by a frown and sad puppy-dog eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

I chew on my lower lip, avoiding his gaze. “My werewolf cancer, Dec. We both know it’s back and getting worse. I... I might not have much time left.”

Dec steps closer. I expect him to cup my face or squeeze my hand—do something