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“Julian.” She heaved my name at me. “Get your ass to California.”
“What do you want? Why did you come back?” He angled his head to my ear. It was the only thing I had to give him and the last thing I should ever trust him with. “You,” he murmured. “I came back for my mate.”
“Let’s be clear.” She jammed a finger into my chest. “You aren’t my husband.” I nodded, then added, “Yet.”
“My blood. My body. It belongs to my mate. It belongs to you. Now claim it.”
“Because my marks on you are the hottest thing I’ve seen in my nine hundred years.”
“And Thea chose your grumpy ass?” “Why do I call you for advice again?” I asked. “Because you love me and, as I already pointed out, I’m always right,”
“It’s possible you aren’t something new. Maybe you are something forgotten.”
“And I am yours. I will protect you. I will serve you,” he promised. “You—my mate—above all others. It is my privilege to be your mate. It is my honor to love you.”
sometimes, the ones who love us are the worst monsters of all. That was the problem. Every villain was the hero of her own story, after all.
“All I am, I give to you. I swear to be your protector, your lover, your best friend as long as we walk this earth. For over nine hundred years, I sought some meaning in this world, and now I’ve finally found it. You. You are the meaning. You are the reason. And you are the answer. I am honored to be your mate, I am honored to tether my soul to yours, and I am honored to become your husband.”
