“I love you, Valcotta. I will have you or I will have no one, because where you go, my heart goes with you.” For a long moment, she could barely breathe, much less speak, then she said, “I want you to call me Zarrah now. Because there will be no more walls between us. No bars. And no borders.” “Zarrah.” His voice caught, and he repeated, “Zarrah.”
