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“I can’t believe this. I’m marrying a child. And not a normal child—a demon hellspawn, like Chucky, or the Children of the Corn . . .”
I content myself with smiling up at him and saying, “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
Her lips and tongue taste sweet. Tart and fresh. Like something I haven’t tasted in a very long time . . . Strawberries.
“You’re damn right I was. You’re my wife. You have no secrets from me.”
“you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I put my lips up against his ear and I whisper, “Do you want me, Cal?” “I don’t want you,” he moans, his voice husky and raw. “I need you.”
For the first time, he presses his lips against mine with gentleness.
“You’re mine, Aida,” Callum growls in my ear. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.”
“What did you say?” he demands.
“If you EVER talk to my wife like that again, I’ll empty that clip in your chest.”
“You like that?”
I am at peak happiness. I don’t just want this. I fucking need it.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Aida? My good little wife?”
Aida is the doorway into another world. I want to stay on her side forever.
“I’m coming,” I say firmly. “We’re on the same team now, right?”
“Either way, it’s too late,” I growl. “You’re mine. And whatever he wants as a consolation prize, he’s not getting it.”
“I want us to be partners,” she says.
“You look beautiful in everything. I’m not going to boss you around about it.”
And yet, I find myself tuning out of the conversation because I want to look at Aida instead.
Trust is rarer than love. It’s putting your fate, your happiness, your life in someone’s hands. Hoping they keep it safe.
“Actually . . .” I say slowly. “I do. I do love him.”
“I love you, Aida,”
I kiss her like I’ll never let her go. Because I won’t. Not ever.
He looks over at me, his blue eyes brilliant against his smoky skin. I don’t know how I ever thought his eyes were cold. They’re fucking beautiful. The most stunning eyes I’ve ever seen.
“I’m not done taking care of you yet,”
Cal found me, just like he promised. It wasn’t my father, or my brothers. It was my husband. This man I didn’t even want. And now I can’t imagine being without him.
I love this woman. The day she set my house on fire was the luckiest day of my life.
