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“Yes,” I said. “She is worth everything.”
“I’ll burn the world down to save her.”
“I don’t have all day, guys. I have things to do. A nap I want to take this afternoon. There’s a new movie out on Netflix I want to watch, and a goddamn coupon for a free Whopper Jr. that’s calling my name.”
felt like I was trapped in an airless bubble.
The organization might have pretty packaging, but it was rotten inside.
I’d told her that we made the good kind of crazy together, and I hadn’t known how true that really was until this very moment, because what I was about to do was really, truly, 100 percent certifiable.
Nothing like dressing everyone the same to make them feel like a nameless face in a crowd of nameless faces. It was all about control and keeping everyone in line when I’d been here before.
“As close as you’re riding me, man, I feel like I need to take you out to dinner or something. At least I should get your name.”
Her beauty struck me hard, like a bolt of lightning right in the chest.
The sound of her voice, husky with sleep, was like coming home.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered against my neck. “You’re absolutely crazy, but I love you. I love you so much. I don’t want you here, but I love you.”
“If I had a Mogwai, I’d totally feed it after midnight. That Mohawk gremlin was a badass.”
The hardness of his chest against mine scrambled my thoughts, but it was his words that flooded my body with warmth. Daemon never promised something he didn’t hold to.
There was a pause, and I felt his heart rate kick up. Mine quickly matched his. “I love you,” he said, voice gruff. “I love you more than anything.”
“What? Is Daedalus moonlighting as Match. com for Luxen and hybrids?”
She was beautiful, and I was so, so desperately in love with her.
Like telling someone who’d lost a loved one that the deceased was in a better place. No one wanted to hear that. It didn’t change anything, make the grief go away, or shine any light on why it happened.
Sometimes words were cheap. They could be powerful, but in those rare occasions like now, words meant nothing.
Rage like I’d never known coated my insides.
“Me and Katy look adorkable in extraterrestrial highway shirts. You would just look stupid. You can thank me later.”
Dawson crossed the porch and dropped his arms around his sister and brother. Their three heads were bent together. Daemon had one hand fisted around the back of Dee’s shirt and the other around Dawson’s.
The next minute was unknown to us, and it might not even come.
Was I really thinking this? Yes. Did I really want this? Hell yes. Was it probably the craziest thing I’d ever considered? Most definitely. Was it going to stop me? Nah. Did I feel like I was going to pass out? Only a little.
“I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.”
“I want to marry you because I’m in love with you, Kat. I will always be in love with you. That’s not going to change today or two weeks from now. I will be just as in love with you in twenty years as I am today.” He let go of my hand and rose slightly, cupping my cheek. “That’s why I want to marry you.”
“Will you make me the luckiest bastard on Earth and marry me, Katy Swartz?”
And in that moment, it seemed like everything we’d been through, everything we’d lost and had to give up, was worth it.
It was just a piece of paper I clenched in my hand. A certificate of marriage between two names that weren’t even real. But it meant the world. It meant everything.
Daemon made a masterpiece out of F bombs.
Ignoring him, Daemon reached for the door handle. There was a series of clicks, and Daemon got nowhere. He turned a stunned look on Paris. “Did you just hit the childproof locks on me?”
Like I said before, I’d burn down the world to keep Kat safe. The same went for my family. This would just be a different kind of fire.
Man, it was so quiet you could hear a grasshopper karate chop a fly.
Rage boiled up in me, and it felt good. It wasn’t fear or panic or grief. It was power.
The stars did cartwheels.
He moved so fast that he startled me. He kissed me again. It wasn’t sweet and tender like the last one. It was fierce, intense, and powerful—a thank-you and a promise rolled into one. That kiss broke me down and then rebuilt me. His kiss…well, it made me. He made me. And because of that, I knew it went both ways. He made me. And I made him.
“Oh shit. ET so phoned home, kids.”
