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“Because you were dead, Fleur. Because when I got there, you were fucking dead…”
“I should just shut my fucking mouth right now. But you were right to leave me. As long as you live in my world, you’ll always be a part of it, which means you could be a victim of it…as we just learned.”
“Even if you tried to leave me, I wouldn’t let you.” His eyes came back to mine, still angry and broken but steeped in emotion. “Because I never want to be apart from you.”
“Life goes on for everyone else, but not for me, not when my life is bound to yours.”
“I’ve seen some bad things. Done worse things. But that was the single most horrifying moment of my life.”
“Well…you did burn Oscar as he hung on Notre-Dame.” “That was because he buried my girl alive—and everyone should know what those consequences are.”
“You’re my woman. You’re my responsibility.” “I don’t want to be a responsibility.” “It’s a privilege to have you as a responsibility.”
“I’m in the game because I was born in it, and I’ll die in it. Because the power and the adrenaline give me a fucking rush like nothing else—not even you.”
“When I asked you to move in with me, I asked you to be the woman of the house. The woman who waits for me to come home. The woman on my arm for every dinner and social event. The woman who is mine in every sense of the fucking word.”
“I fucking love you, so how am I not supposed to worry?” I raised my voice more than I should, but my frustration got the best of me. His smile was brighter than the sun on a summer day. He relaxed in the chair, arms across his chest, staring me down with blue eyes that were both soft and amused at the same time. His mood had completely changed, and I didn’t know why. “What?” “How many times are you going to tell me you love me before you realize what you’re saying?” He cocked his head, that smile still wide on his mouth.
“I have the power to hurt you, but you have the power to bring me to my knees, to make me fall stupidly and desperately in love when I thought I was incapable of feeling a damn thing. Now I have something I love more than anything, something I must protect like my life depends on it, because it does. I’m wrapped around your finger, trapped under your thumb, so hopelessly in love with you that I would burn this city if you ever left me.” He slid his hand farther into my hair and cradled my face. “But I know you won’t, not when I’ll never give you a reason to. Not when I’ll suffocate you with my
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“I love you.” It was the first time he’d said it to me, and he said it so calmly and so sincerely, like there was no doubt in his heart. “You’re the first, the last, and the only.”
“What does it matter—” “It matters because I don’t want you to live your life in fear, afraid to enjoy something that used to bring you joy. You give power to your enemies—power they don’t deserve.”
My nights were mornings and my mornings were nights.
The sight of him should instill a sense of fear, but it was hard to fear someone you didn’t respect.
And I certainly hadn’t expected to dump all my daddy issues on him either.
“If he knew what I’d become, he’d be proud of me—and the fact that that makes me smile is the sickest thing I’ve ever heard.”
But every time I tried to look at my future, I somehow looked at my past instead.
When I came to Paris, I heard about the infamous Butcher…and I knew that was the job I wanted.” “I’m sorry to inform you that we aren’t hiring right now.”
He nodded. “Hurt people hurt people. I’m done hurting people.”
