“I’ll give you runes tomorrow.” “I don’t want just any runes, Tarian! I want your rune. I want to be yours. I want our dreams back.” My manic grip slackens around his arm. “I want your triplets.” His mouth curves as he gathers me against him. “You don’t need my rune to be mine. All you need is my love, and you have that for all of eternity. If that is, in fact, what you truly desire.” “Why in the world would you think I’d want anything else?” “Because I’m a deeply flawed and fucked up man.” I roll my hot eyes and palm his neck. “You have no flaws.”
