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“How about we call a spade a spade?” I flash him a smile. “Or, in this case, a Crow a Crow.”
But the thing about butterflies is they need to be admired from afar. If you touch them, they could die.”
“Come here to me.”
My body responds to him, but even worse, so does my mind.
“I know ye’ve had to be tough all your life,” he says. “But ye don’t have to do that with me. I’ll protect ye. That’s just the way it goes.”
“Ye’re mine, Butterfly.”
“There was no avoiding ye, Mack,” he says. “You were always meant to be mine.”
“I’m completely mad for you, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want ye to be sorry,” Lach says. “I just want ye to be mine.
