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On the bed beside me is a tray covered with scrambled eggs, bacon, burnt toast coated in a thick layer of peanut butter, and waffles absolutely smothered in syrup. My perfect breakfast. Saint de Haas may be the most skilled stalker to walk the earth.
“Are you a witch?” He winks at me. “In the sense that I have a magic touch and a broomstick you can ride whenever you wish.”
“This is the sunroom.” He drops my hand to pull apart two sliding glass doors. We step down into another room with floor-to-ceiling windows on every exterior wall and a door that leads to the tranquil backyard. “The windows are tinted so you can see out, but no one can see in.”
We all know why you did that, Saint. 😏
“I don’t give a fuck if the entire nation is standing outside that window watching us,” he growls. “They don’t exist. Nothing else exists right now except you and me. You’re my whole world now, muse, and I’m yours.”
She screams out for me, not for a god. She may be my muse, but I am her deity.
“I’m pretty sure they cut the power,” she whispers. “Really? I simply assumed you enjoyed dwelling in darkness.” She elbows me in the ribs. “Now isn’t the time for your sarcasm.”
I shove her hands forward, pointing the pistol ahead. Jesus. There is no way I’m surviving this. “First rule: never point a gun at anyone or anything you’re not willing to shoot. Especially me.”
“For being my muse. For being the reason I was able to write again, let alone finish my book. I was on the verge of giving up entirely. I thought I was broken, but you put me back together.”
He presses a heartbreakingly tender kiss against my lips. “I told you you can trust me. I’ll only ever let you fall for me.”
She is more important than any of my wants or needs. I would gladly stop breathing if she needed my oxygen.
“No. Even when death comes for me, I’m crawling from my grave to find you in the afterlife.” She can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips. “I’ve always wanted a man who would crawl to me.”
“I don’t care if I need to convince you every day for the rest of our lives that I love you. I will do so with my dying breath.”
“If you ask me to kill a cat, you can fuck right off.”
Trevor sighs like he knows I’m not going to like what he has to say. “It was your student. Saint de Haas.”
This mother fucker about to get beat! Leave them alone, Trevor!
A tear slips down my cheek when I whisper the word to his reflection. “Grave
No!! I’m gonna kill Trevor myself. Bye.
“You’re my everything. If I don’t have you, I’m nothing. I said I’d give you anything you want. If you want my blood on your hands, you can spill it. If you want the light to leave my eyes, you can extinguish it.”
“Until death,” I vow. “And then, until I find you again in the afterlife.” Finally, my muse utters the sweetest words. “I do.”
