Leather & Lark (Ruinous Love, #2)

by Brynne Weaver

I bark a laugh. Glare at her. Laugh again. “Fix it?” “That’s right. And since your sense of intuition is about as functional as tits on a rock, I’ll tell you this plan makes me fucking miserable, if that’s any consolation.”

I allow myself just one deep breath. One moment to live on the razor edge between two futures. “I’ve made my choice.”

Sometimes old scars still ache, an echo of sharp moments.

“You’re brave as hell. But you’re my person, Lark. I can’t do this without you.”

I made a promise to protect her. From anyone, even herself. Even me. And the only way I can do that is to be sure she can live the life she wants. Otherwise, I’m not a protector. I’m a cage.