“Don’t let me down, Osrik. Don’t you dare, ever, make me regret this,” I demand harshly, delving into his brown gaze, sticking him just like he’s stuck me. The corner of his mouth twitches. “You threatening me, Yellow Bell?” “I absolutely am.” I release his beard as his hands come up to cup my face. “Good,” he says. “Because the two of us? We threaten anything that might try to tear us apart—including each other.” I swallow hard at the praise in his tone. “You won’t let me down?” I press. “Never, Rissa,” he replies firmly. “I will never, ever make you fucking regret this.” My breath sucks in
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