Jerome straightened, a smile breaking across his dark features at long last as he saw it. “She wants you as…you.” “Only me,” I agreed. “And she has me.” “And there was me thinking you don’t have a heart,” Jerome said, a little sting in his tail because he was obviously upset that I’d found new places to be. “So he stays with me,” Rosalie reiterated, and I shrugged, a pawn to her dominion. Jerome nodded slowly. “I suppose I’ll see you soon then, brother.” I nodded. “As soon as a spoon in a lagoon.”
