Chapter 11 Make Love to Me

"So, what about now?" I asked nervously. I stared at the device embedded along Noah's spine. The red light was flashing faster and faster, and my heart leapt to my throat. "You used your strength tonight. Will you—" Noah shook his head and reached up to cup my face. "It's fine. It was worth it. If I hadn't gone to get you, I'd just be a walking corpse, even if I lived ten more years. Taking you back tonight was the best thing I could've done before I go." "Don't say that!" I covered his mouth, crying as I shook my head. "I won't let you die. Aren't you the Commandant? Aren't you the strongest? There has to be a way, right?" He looked at me, hesitation evident in his eyes. "There is… one way." "What is it?" The tips of his ears suddenly flushed red. That familiar, awkward librarian look crept back onto his face. He hesitated for a long time before finally mumbling, "The doctors said my genetic collapse could be stabilized if… I physically bonded with someone who truly loves me.