She sighs. “Perhaps when you love someone so much and cherish the best of them so deeply, it’s natural to wonder why they love you back. But I do. And I always will, you wild, sweet, weary, wonderful Witch.” “That’s far too much alliteration.” My voice is a hoarse, choked whisper. “Sometimes a little poetry is required.” She cups the back of my neck with her fingers and pulls my mouth down to hers. “You’re mine forever. My darling mate.”
