A Reign of Rose (The Sacred Stones, #3)
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“Because they want to fuck, witch,” Griffin said, nodding at Kane and me.
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In two hundred years, Griffin had successfully stopped me from clocking at least two dozen men. He’d failed at holding me back more than double that. And in all those years—all those tavern fights and violent brawls, men who deserved it and those who didn’t—I’d never seen my commander strike someone out of impulse. The man couldn’t even buy a new pair of boots without debating it for weeks.
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“Did you run here?” I responded only with, “This is…for me?” “Who else?” He placed the final candle along the brick beneath his feet. “Everything…it’s all for you.”
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With no fanfare or theatrics, Kane knelt on one knee before me and said, “You deserve far more. You deserve a long life and children if you’d like them and days upon days without fear. Acres of flowers and all the cloverbread that can be baked.” A quiet, tearful laugh tumbled out of me. “It kills me, bird, that I cannot promise you any of it. All I can promise you is myself—my love, my respect, my devotion—every day that we have together, and every day that exists beyond then.” Kane’s eyes gleamed. “In life, in death, my soul is yours. Arwen, will you be my wife?”
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“But aren’t you afraid? Of what will come next? Aren’t we…” I couldn’t say doomed or hopeless. Not with all this beauty surrounding us and sparkling in his silver eyes. He took my chilly hands in his and pulled me closer. His warm breath fanned over our interlocked fingertips. “I’m only afraid of being without you. In death. In life. It’s all the same to me if we aren’t together.”
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I grinned, basking in the soft glow of her positivity. “I love it in there.” Arwen’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” When I placed a finger between her brows, her bright smile lit the room like sunlight.
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“Please,” she begged, and my heart ripped from itself. “Forgive me,” I murmured, pulling her close, feeling consciousness slip from her. Smelling honeysuckle and orange blossom for the last time. “I love you. I’ll love you wherever I am, whatever I am. Always.”