Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

“The pain is bearable. But to not hold you in my arms is an excruciating pain I’ll never be able to withstand,”

I have always wanted your love and needed you in ways I can’t begin to explain. Even before I knew you existed, whether I thought you loved me, I never needed you to love me back for me to still want you. To crave you. Cherish you. Smart mouth and all, I have and will always need you, want you, and be in love with you.”

“Screw ‘til death do us part,’ even after. Even if you hate me. I love you, Alaina. I fucking love you.”

My mate just quoted the holy manual. By heart. I’m so fucking hard right now.

“I love you,” I say to Dax. “Don’t you dare say goodbye.” “They’re here, Dax.”

Dammit. Well, we can cross padded room off the list. I snort at my dark humor.

Not everything that is beautiful is safe.

“You—you’re here,”

“Keep fighting, darling, until, one day, you can come for me,”

“I love you . . . My queen.” And a final darkness envelops me.

I will watch this whole world burn at my hand before I have to bear living in one in her absence. There is and will be no life without her.

You’re mine in death just as much as you are in life. I will always come for you in this life and the next. Haunting and possessing you for the rest of eternity.”