“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, the words feverish on my skin. “Let me give you the world.” You can change it. You can claim the life you want. It’s yours for the taking. “I want to live in Wallowpine, with you,” I said quietly, but not meekly, claiming the life I wanted. “I want to finish the cabin—” “It’s done.” He must’ve felt my intake of breath, tasted the tears on my lips, because he added, “You were always coming home, Shay. It was just a matter of when.
