Saint and the Queen

by Desiree .

hand out. “Do you trust that I got you? Do you believe in me as your Saint? That I got you?” “Of course I do–––”

“No, she’s gonna ride with me, her husband,” Keenan said as I sneered at him using the term husband. He loved saying that because he knew I would react every time. “I got her. She just needs to show that she trusts me. Not just tell me…”

“I just don’t want this to end…” “It won’t…I told you, we set for life. You and me, no matter what…”