Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

My face is on fire. It’s melted off. I have no face anymore. Which will make witness protection easy. Because clearly, I need to change my name and disappear.

Because this is a clinging hug. One without reservations. One that’s more than a greeting. It’s… real.

“You’re worth more than everything I have,”

Can you teach me to like it? I’ll never teach her to like pain because I’ll never allow her to feel enough of it to become used to it.

“If there was no Alliance—never was—I’d still choose you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” His hold tightens. “Nothing before us matters.” The warmth of happiness and family settles around me. “My forever,” I tell him. “My always,” he agrees.