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For anyone who has ever looked for strength in others and found it in themselves.
Heart. Hers was split in half.
“If waging a war for one woman is a crime, then please do consider me a criminal.” Closer. “If killing thousands to keep you alive is wrong, then consider me a villain.” She now had to tilt her head to see him clearly. He leaned down. His breath was hot against her mouth. “If loving you this much is my downfall . . . then consider me already on my knees.”
“I would do it a thousand times over, heart; you should know that. I will choose you over the world every single time.”
“Just because we’re married, don’t think I won’t gut you.” Only when she reached the door did she hear him say, “I would expect nothing less, wife.”
“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.” He took a step toward her. “I love you, Isla. I need you.”
Grim met her eyes; his were filled with trust she didn’t deserve.
was hot against her pulse as he said, “I’m your husband. I’m yours.” His voice was nearly a growl as he said, “And you . . . wife . . . are mine.”
“You can defang a snake, but the poison remains.”
All that is buried eventually rises.
“Go ahead. It’s yours anyway.”
“Hearteater. As far as I’m concerned, you killed me the day you met me. I’ve never been the same.” His lips trailed back up, across the corner of her mouth, all the way to her ear before he whispered, “I’ll see you at the alter tomorrow.”
She could stand here and pretend like emotions weren’t thrashing within her, battling. Like she wasn’t both radiantly happy and horribly disappointed in herself. Like her heart wasn’t currently breaking and mending at the same time. Like it wasn’t split to begin with.
“Only my wife would come to her own wedding armed to the teeth.” Isla’s hands slowly dropped down his chest, smoothing across the rough material he always wore. “Only my husband would know the places I keep my blades in the first place.”
“I know you prefer the other wedding dress but didn’t wear it, because you want it to stay ours. I know you hate that we’re dancing in front of a crowd right now. I know you’re hoping a storm will interrupt the ceremony, so it can all be over.” He leaned in even farther. “I know you have nightmares every night, and it kills me—kills me—that I’m not there to hold you through them, the way I was before. So, instead I send whatever I can. Your favorite foods. Your favorite flowers. I know you’ve killed dozens of people who should have rotted in our prisons long ago, and I know why you do it. To
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“I knew it when you gave up your life for mine, because for you . . . only for you . . . I would do the same.”
“You see, I used to have nightmares too, heart.” He did? She must have looked surprised, because he said, “You wouldn’t know. They all stopped when I met you.”
“I’ve never loved anyone,” Grim said, and she turned sharply to face him. “Not until you.”
Half of her loved Oro—always would. The other half loved Grim. Unconditionally. The same way he loved her. Theirs was not a gentle love, it was a bleeding love. And she was done pretending she didn’t want it.
“I won’t pretend I’ll ever be a good man,” he said. “But I’ll be good to you.”
“I’m not sure of much in this world, Isla, but I am sure of this. My love for you doesn’t know reason. It doesn’t know limit. It doesn’t know death. In every universe, every timeline, I am yours . . . and you are mine.”
Kill anyone you want, heart, he had said before. I will never judge you. His words had once been a balm, a sigh of relief that someone could see the worst in her without flinching. Now, she wondered if it had been permission for the worst part of her to roam free.
It’s nice to meet you, Isla. I’m Lark Crown.”
I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You would never doubt yourself again.
“Forget me,” she begged. “I’m not good for you, Oro.” “You don’t think I’ve tried?” He said, eyes blazing. “My love for you is like that forever flame, Isla. Relentless. Stubborn. Endless. Burning brightly, even if you’re not around to see it.”
“I want you. I still want you, even though you’re a traitor. I still want you, even though you’re my enemy. I still want you, even though you might kill me. I want you, I want you, I want you, and it is the most selfish thing I have ever felt.”
From the moment I met her, I loved her. From the moment we were married, I swore to protect her from anything that would ever cause her danger. I have killed anything that ever sought to harm her. There has only ever been one person I have loved more than your mother, Isla. Only one person I could bear losing her for. And that is you.
My home is wherever you are.”