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The wildcat was mine, and I would protect her until she came to that exact realization.
In my darkest moments, when I missed her the most—even as she sat right next to me—I listed what I did know. And I wondered if those small details would be enough to carry me through the rest of my life.
I knew she was cunning and clever, and that she would do anything for the people she loved. What would it be like to be counted among those people? It wouldn’t happen. But if the coming weeks were the last we’d spend together, then I was going make them count.
“You can tell yourself whatever makes it easiest for you to hate me, wildcat. But it was real. All of it.”
Nothing hardened a woman like betrayal from a man she’d trusted. And then men had the audacity to call us cold.
“Hate me, rage against me, refuse to admit what you feel. But don’t you dare treat me like a stranger.”
“I know.” He slowly drew back. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t wish for you with every fucking breath for the rest of my life.”
“I’ve gone my whole life feeling like I’m holding my breath. Like my lungs are burning. Like I’m desperately fighting for each gasp of air. But when you’re around, I can…breathe. And I’m furious at you, because when that ends…when we’re forced apart, I don’t know how I’ll take a full breath without you.”
“I never would have met you,” I got out. “If you’d killed Regner.” “Oh, wildcat. Don’t you know by now? I would have found you. No matter what happens, I will always find you.”
“I once told you that until you faced up to the reality of your life, you would continue to be a victim to it. And my reality is this—I’m in love with you.”
