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“I’m not letting you go, you know.” My voice was calm, final, before I let my eye flutter shut. “You’re mine. Only fucking mine. Till my last breath.”
“I’m an excellent marksman and a terrible enemy. Go to sleep, sweetheart. Nothing can hurt you now that I’ve laid claim on you.”
“Protecting you is a compulsion at this point. I’d stop the night from falling if darkness scares you, Lila.”
The conqueror became the conquered. And I knew, with amusing, dark finality, that I was completely, tragically, wretchedly hers.
Lila giggled, reaching for her glass of sparkling water, and my chest filled with stupid, disgusting pride. Because I made her laugh. I made her orgasm and laugh. She better fucking like me, or else.
“You’re going to waltz, Lila,” he reiterated. “Often. And well. You’ll be the belle of every ball. I’ll make sure of it.” I smiled a sad smile. “What good would waltzing do me if I have no husband to dance with?”
“But make no mistake,” Tiernan continued. “I will always love you more. Than him. Than me. Than this world. My love for you is not pretty, or flowery, or romantic. But it’s real, and it’s everlasting.”
