“And I’m scared of you,” I confessed. Eyes wide, she said, “Of me?” My brow furrowed as I took her in. “All my life, I’ve been driven by a singular purpose. Steady, unyielding resolve. But you…you have consumed me, Rose. My every thought, my every breath.” I brought her hand up to gently kiss her palm, then her wrist. “I’ve placed all of myself into your hands, and that’s a beautiful, terrifying thing.”
