“I’m tired of fighting with you, Nova. I want you. More than I should, more than makes sense, more than any godsdamn sword or kingdom or anything else.” “That doesn’t change the fact that we’re on two separate sides of a war. I don’t see how we both win—” “I don’t care about winning.” His lips crashed against mine, pressing so completely they sealed away any chance of properly breathing. I was dizzy when he finally pulled away and whispered, “I concede defeat.”
