Silver

Chapter 48

The sheer amount of emotions I'd felt in that moment was overwhelming. I was relieved, I was grateful, I was in shock, in love- but I was also mad. Grey had put himself through absolute Hell just so I could rePledge my soul to Heaven. He had done everything in his power to save my soul, but hadn't asked me if I was willing to pay that price. He'd made that decision for me. Yes, it was probably for the best. At the time, I don't think I would've allowed him to do that to us. I wouldn't have given up our love to save my soul. I suppose that's incredibly selfish of me, but Grey was something I wasn't willing to give up.

He had taken that decision away from me. Yes, he'd saved me, but it had cost us our relationship in order to do so.

Now, if I understood Michael correctly when he'd interrogated me earlier- I was unPledged. It explained why my soul was acting up, why I struggled to keep it beneath the surface. My soul no longer had an anchor. I was now a ticking time bomb, my soul constantly on the edge of exposing itself. Grey had mentioned that an unPledged soul, if it remains unPledged for too long, would be detrimental not only to the owner of the soul, but the soul itself. I didn't know exactly what that meant, but I wasn't keen on finding out.

"I never would've asked you to do this," I breathed out against Grey's chest.

He held me steady in his arms, his face tucked into the nape of my neck. I could hear his heartbeat, slow and confident, in sync with my own.

"I know. You wouldn't have let me do it," he replied, his voice baritone and husky.

"Then why did you do it?" I pushed back a little bit and scowled as I looked up at him.

Grey clenched his jaw, his eyebrows tightening as his turquoise eyes gazed down at me.

"Because you needed me to. You had no other choice when you chose where to Pledge your soul. Where your soul belongs- that should've been your call. That choice was taken from you. You needed to have the chance to decide for yourself where your soul belongs. Michael assumes you will choose Heaven. But it is your decision," Grey explained softly.

I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to scream at him for tearing us apart just so I could make this decision. But he had done all of that out of love for me, out of wanting me to have the freedom to make my own decisions.

"I trusted you with my soul. That was my decision," I replied gruffly, frowning.

Grey reached up, his thumb pulling the underside of my chin upwards so I had to look him in the eye. He leaned in a little bit, my breath catching in my throat.

"Well now you have the freedom to make that decision on your own terms," Grey murmured gently.

"You tore us apart for the sake of my freedom?" I scowled and Grey narrowed his eyes a little.

"For the love of God, Greene," Grey rolled his eyes and suddenly pressed his lips down against mine.

Almost instantly, I felt my body cave into his, collapsing like all the walls I had rebuilt to shield myself from him. Love and adoration surged over me in waves until I drowned in it. I could feel every nerve on my skin alight with pleasure and heat, like electricity flowed through my veins with every beat of my heart.

I forgot what kissing him felt like. I forgot how consuming it was.

With one hand held steady around my waist, he reached up with his other hand, gripping the back of my neck and entangling his fingers in my hair. I couldn't help but do the same.

It had been so long, it felt like kissing him for the first time. Everything inside of me felt alive again, like any doubts I might've still harbored had been banished from my mind.