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king? I have no desire to be like you—” I jabbed a finger against his chest. “To scrape myself empty for others and call it noble.”
“You hate me.” His brow pinched. “I don’t—” “You called me a gnat.” “Imogen.” His
“I called you a gnat, and I detest myself for it. I am the bug. A moth. And you are the moon. Drawing me, pulling me. But I’ll never be able to reach you without destroying myself. All I can do is pray for the day.” He gave me a pleading look. “Do you understand? I am doing my very best to keep a grip on myself, to keep my distance, but everything
pressing your lips all over him when he’d done nothing to deserve you. What’s worse—I’m inexplicably envious of the dead bastard.
“Need a hand?” “Lay a hand on my wife and you’ll lose it.” Theodore gripped the hilt of the dagger.
Theodore was calm and collected beside me. “She’s your queen.” My head snapped toward him. “What are you doing?” He ignored me, tending to the
he said in a husky whisper. “You’re deserving because I say you are.”
cannot even see her for the way you encompass me.” Emotion etched his face. “You fill my every sense. You stalk my waking mind. You make up the entirety of my dreams. I couldn’t speak
But if you are to devastate me, then let it be completely. Lay waste to me and everything that’s mine. A life without you in it is not one I wish to lead.”
