“You are my reason for living, cub. And, in this life, I don’t need a signature or a ceremony to confirm that you’re mine. You are. And I’m yours, every cell of my body. Till my dying breath. And even when I perish, in whatever afterlife awaits.” He cups my cheek in his palm and bends his head so our noses are almost touching. “But I want to do this thing right.” “So you had three priests kidnapped?” I choke out, trying to hold back tears. “Just two, apparently. And a judge. Will you marry me, tiger cub?” I bury my fingers into his hair and kiss him back. “Every day of my life.”
