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I was human, and I was entitled to a little bit of insecurity. But I was damned if I let it dictate my actions.
His gaze was direct. I knew that look. I’d seen it before on Rogan, Leon, and my own father. It was the look of a male who’d made up his mind and would not allow logic, reason, or arguments to interfere with his chosen course of action.
“You’re everything to me,” he said into my ear. I wanted to tell him that he was everything to me, that I wouldn’t let the darkness have him, that he never had to worry that I would give up and walk away. But the echoes of our shared pleasure stole the words, and so I said it the best I could. “I love you.”
She was the kind of person who would see a pot overflowing on the stove and come and tell you about it, instead of picking it up and moving it off the burner. And then she would be proud of herself for acting quickly in a crisis.
His arms closed around me. “I’ve got you. It will be okay. I’ve got you.” We stayed like that for a long time.
“Besides, things around you have a way of turning interesting. I do hate to be bored.”
“I’m going to be a dark horse, House Baylor’s secret. I’ll be the best assassin. A legend. They’ll never see me coming.” I would kill Kurt. I would strangle him with my bare hands.
