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“Life is cruel. But it is hope that makes it worth living.
There was a reason this trope existed in almost every romance novel I read, and if I believed that the goddess watched over our lives with a sense of humor, I’d believe that she set this up purely for her own twisted entertainment. Or maybe that Ember, infernal matchmaker that she was, had planned this herself. The single bed in the room was tiny.
“Because he was a part of you,” he said simply, walking past me out of the room. “And I want to know every part.”
“When I take you to bed,” he said, his words making heat flash through me, “it will be because you want me, not because you’re drunk and lonely and want a release.”
“My job is to love you,” he replied, smiling down at me. “And to protect you, and our people. I can do that in many different ways. I’d prefer not to be a punching bag,” he added, giving me his half smile until I felt my lips reply in a weak smile of my own. “But I will be whatever you need me to be.”
“How are you so good to me?” I asked, curling into him and letting him wrap me in his embrace. “Because you were made for me,” he replied simply. “How could I not be?
“Almost like a web of shimmering air, very hard to see even for me.”
