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It wasn’t like Oberon wanted to marry me. He was clearly already in love with himself.
“Well, I guess there might be some emotional scars from telling me the man I love was dead.” The words left my mouth before I could haul them back. It wasn’t that I regretted saying it. I just hadn’t really thought about it. And now it was out there, and I couldn’t take it back, and if he didn’t… My gaze dipped to my feet, but Lach reached for my chin and lifted my face to his. His smile spread, the shadows fading from his eyes. “Love?” “Don’t let it go to your head. Your ego can’t—” He didn’t wait for permission this time. His lips captured mine, and there was nothing fragile about this kiss.
Glimpsing the smooth, muscled chest beneath, I whimpered. “Forget please. Get your damn clothes off.”
“Can it wait?” Cate tipped her head in my direction. “I need to sleep, and then I have dibs on killing your brother.”
I didn’t take the ring from my sister. “It sounds like you handled everything well.” “Of course I did. But I need a margarita, a massage, and a nap.
“That man would die for you and smile with his last breath.”
lingering, awkward silence of two people who cared deeply about one another but had forgotten how to talk to each other.
“Children will be present.” “Not our children.” “What a low bar.”
“Would have been a waste of time.” I shot him an incredulous look. He held up his hands. “In my defense, you were naked.”
A frown dragged any lingering sleepy peace from her face. “I’ve never been great at math, but I’m pretty sure that you plus guns plus the middle of the night equals trouble.”
“Maybe you two should be Romeo and Juliet,” she suggested. “It would be romantic.” I raised a brow. “Two idiots doomed to die because they’re impatient? Sounds like a great choice.”
“He can plunder your booty.” “I’m going to have to ask you to never repeat that sentence,”
In the end, I’d actually found something perfect, and if he didn’t like it, he could kiss my ass—preferably repeatedly…while naked.
But he didn’t rush away. He took his time—no, he freaking swaggered all the way to the street. “Make sure you really shake your ass for him,” I muttered.
“And how did you talk him into actually going out and doing something?” “He responds well to threats,” I said without missing a beat. For a minute, the vampire only stared, but then he burst into laughter.
“Humans are only allowed in the parts of La Porte where they can lose money.” I hesitated before adding softly, “Or blood.”
“I’m yours,” she breathed, as if answering my unspoken question. “For whatever time we have left.”
“Anyone tell you it’s bad manners to lurk in the shadows?” She hoisted her bag a little higher as she closed the distance between us. “That might be a problem, since I am the shadows.”
“Try to prevent war.” “But we did that last week,” she said, her flat voice devoid of any real amusement. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?”
“I’ve spent so long with the world at my feet that I forgot…my true place is here. At yours. Please, fucking forgive me.”
“You’re the only thing that chases the darkness away,” he whispered hoarsely, raw emotion coloring his confession. “You are the light in my world.”
“Every breath I have left is yours.”
“I can’t wear that. I’ll hurt someone.” “I’m not buying one any smaller,” he warned me, taking it out of the box. “Marry me.”
“Maybe it’s to discuss noise complaints. People could probably hear you two all the way in Fontainebleau last night!”
“Should something be happening?” Her scowl deepened. “Oh, so you’re one of those rush-the-magic types. I hope for Cate’s sake you’re more patient in bed.”
But Willow screwed up her face. “I’ve been wondering what she sees in you.” “You aren’t the first.”
Baptiste’s eyes lit up, a delighted smile twisting on her cruel face. “I didn’t even have to ask. She has broken you!” But someone like her could never understand. Love didn’t break a man. It built him. Forged him. Love made a man who he was meant to be. “She saved me.”
