“I just want you to be sure you’re making the right choice. I mean, I’ll die if you leave me or change your mind, but at least I’m pretending to give you the option to think about it.” Blake laughs, squeezing my ass. “I don’t need to think about anything, baby. I was yours the night you wore lingerie outside that club. I’m just glad I got the chance to make you mine, too. I’m marrying you tomorrow. For the rest of my life, it’ll be me and my one-time-murdering little demon. No buts, Mercer.”
