He demanded he carry her things for her down to his car, however. She’d yielded with minimal arguing. “Can I come back tomorrow for my plants?” Silas raised his hand to snap his fingers but she grabbed his hand, halting him. “I can do it myself,” she said hurriedly. “Don’t waste all your Hellish energy on me.” Twisting his digits to grasp hers, he hauled her in close, pressing his lips to her temple. “Nothing I do for you is a waste, Ivy,” he murmured against her ear. “I want you to remember that.” She inhaled, nodding shakily while still in his hold. Kissing the very top curve of her cheek,
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