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I should have thanked him before he walked away. For killing the monster. For checking on me. For putting my fears to rest with his presence alone.
Who would I become if I wasn’t at the mercy of men?
I will not go quietly into a cage.” My chest heaved, my pulse pounding like I’d been running for hours. I wanted to take it all back. I wanted to say it all over again. I wanted to swallow the words and forget them forever. I wanted to scream it from the top of my lungs.
It should have broken the moment. It should have pissed him off. But he stared at me like I was something to behold. Something to cherish. Something to protect.
I’d been in this kingdom for nearly two months, and somehow, he’d become the center of this new life. The axis I seemed to orbit. He saw me in a way that no one else had ever tried. He didn’t stifle my sarcasm or snide remarks. He teased me about the questions, but lately, he’d indulged my curiosity the way he did Evie’s. He gave me the freedom to be myself. To stop hiding. He was a man who’d follow me off the cliff, who’d jump at my side, not pull me away from its edge.
“Gods save the men who make you mad.”
The world around us began to spin, fading into streaks of light and dark, until the colors blended together in a swirl of gray and white and black. Until the only color that remained was green.
“When I am nothing but dust and ash, Turah will endure. I do not need a crown. And I have made peace with my destiny. But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.”
Ransom was mine. Every flaw. Every perfection.
I wanted a thousand nights to sleep with the beat of his heart in my ear.
