The Finish Line (The Ravenhood, #3)

by Kate Stewart

In these precious seconds, I bask in the understanding that I have someone to share myself with; a partner, a lover, confidante, and friend. Her love is all the validity I’ll ever need.

“We are together now—” I slice a hand through the air—“end of.”

“You’re getting soft, King.” “I don’t give a fuck.”

“No man on earth has ever loved a woman more than I love you. I’ll prove this every day for the rest of our lives. I love you more than any cause, any ambition. The sight of your face over any other on earth.” I choke on every other word, frustrated by my inability to carry out my plan but too emotional to give a fuck. I’d humiliate myself a million times over because she’s shown me, repeatedly, the beauty in a bare, stripped heart. “You own me. You make me so fucking happy. You are my purpose now, and forever.”

I push the ring onto her finger. “Make me king?”