Page 82 of Zombies, Satyrs and Vampires, Oh My!

She shrugs. “Probably. I don’t know. I know that I start getting antsy if I’m not in water every day. But if yours stems from your heat and mating and procreating, then surely Malcolm could be the one to save you. Vivian said that if the mothman has a family, can be guardian over loved ones, then they’re okay, perfectly safe.”

“There’s always a chance.” I look over at my friend through my watery eyes. “I do miss him so very much.”

“Any sign of an oncoming heat?” she asks.

“No. I don’t have any idea how often they’re supposed to come.”

Amelia yawns.

“Malcolm is an amazing man,” I say. “He’s handsome and kind and owns his own company. He’s probably moved on by now.” Just saying the words makes my heart feel as if it’s being squeezed by a vice.

“You are insane if you think that man has already found another woman. I would be willing to bet he’s still looking for you.”

“I told him not to. In my note.”

“Malcolm is not the kind of man to obey orders like that,” she says. She yawns again.

“You should get some sleep. We can rehash all of this in the morning, if you insist. But I know my marriage is over. We’re different species now. It’s not perfect. It makes me sad. But it’s the way things have to be.”

If only I could make my heart believe those words as much as my mind.