Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“Why can’t you see that I love you? I fucking love you! I don’t care what you do to me, I don’t care what you say to me. I don’t care if you lie or scream or try to run away. I don’t care if you’re filthy or soaked in bleach or set on fucking fire! Why can’t you understand I love you! Without limit or reason.” I look at her furious face, those brilliant dark eyes, and finally after all this time, the key turns in my heart. I believe her. I fucking believe her. She loves me. She loves me the way I love her. I seize her and kiss her, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. I taste the sweetness of her mouth and the salt of the tears running down her face. I bite her lips, I breathe in her breath. “Cat,” I say. “You don’t know what a monster I can be, but I’ll be your monster. Everything I do will be for you. To protect you. To help you. To love you every day of my life. I’ll burn this whole fucking world down for you if that’s what you want.” She presses her forehead against mine. “I know exactly who you are, Dean. And I fucking love you.”