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War was inevitable, either with Morwen or my wife.
“You’re so warm,” she said, her hand against my skin. “Why did I think you would be cold?”
“You belong to no one,” I assured her in a low growl.
“What if right now, I just want to belong to you?” She glanced up from under her thick eyelashes.
“I belong to you. Every last part of me is yours, Bellamy,”
“If I am the burning sun, ruled by flames, then you are my moon, ruling over the tides and completing the missing half of me.”