Skyshade (Lightlark, #3)

by Alex Aster

“Please,” he said, his eyes wide. Desperate. “Please don’t go. I’m sorry. Hate me,” he pleaded. “Hate me all you want. Hate me forever. Just—just don’t leave.”

I would have folded...

“I’m your husband. I’m yours.” His voice was nearly a growl as he said, “And you . . . wife . . . are mine.”

Sir, yes sir!