“Die after me, Ryan Langley. Swear it.” I cup her face with my sore hand. “Tess—” “Swear it to me, Ryan,” she says, stepping away. “You went and made me fall in love with you, and now I’m this mess of a girl that cries when her husband goes off on a fishing boat. You did this to me. You wormed your way inside. Now you’re in me, and you’re part of me, and I can’t breathe—I can’t breathe for loving you, Ryan. And now you have to let me die first, and I need you to swear it. Swear, Ryan.”
