Der Schädelring: Thriller (German Edition)

you're not beat. They'll never beat you if you don't let them."
    "I am a mountain," Julia said, with just enough strength left to laugh. She turned solemn and said, “If you let God in your heart, can you ever make him leave?”
    “Free will,” he said.
    “You’re not still trying to save me, are you?”
    “Door’s open when you want to talk about it.”
    They went inside the dark cabin, Julia's hand squeezing the gun's grip, finger ready at the trigger. No Creeps. She was finished with Creeps, real or imagined. Doors closed and deadbolts thrown. Safe house.
    "Want me to build a fire?" Walter asked.
    "Yes," she said, pulling him toward the loft. "Like you did up on the rocks."
    Julia climbed the ladder and scrambled onto the loft. She laid the gun within reach and kicked the blankets aside while Walter hurried up alongside her. Finally, she was ready to trust.
    She tore at the buttons of his shirt, burning with hunger. This hunger was deep, reaching further inside her than any fear or panic or hopelessness ever had. This surrender was of her soul, the thing that she and she alone possessed.
    Nobody could steal her soul. No demon, no god, no human. It was hers to give as she chose. Of her own free will.
    As she reached for the heat of his skin, she wondered how he would react to the touch of her scars.
    But it didn't matter. Wounds healed, scars faded, the past always lost in the battle of forever.
    “Jooolia,” he whispered, arousing a last shiver of doubt.
    To hell with it .
    She threw herself into the fire.
     
     
    THE END
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