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“The Blackhollow family was one of the founding members of the Veil, after all.”
“That family is… evil. And the murder you’re investigating certainly fits the pattern of Veil rituals.”
“And I don’t fall for anyone,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Not like this. Not ever.”
“It’s against every instinct, every damn shred of control and self-preservation I have, but I can’t seem to stop myself when it comes to you.”
“And yet, no matter what I do—no matter how hard I try—I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
This isn’t some sweet, soft fairy tale. It’s messier. Twisted. And God help me, I want it anyway.
“Maybe I am dangerous,” he admits. “But I’m the only one who can keep you safe.”
“You know I meant what I said back there, right? That I’d die for you,” he says, stepping closer, his gaze holding mine. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I would’ve bled for you. Burned for you. Without you, I’m already dead.”
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, James,” he whispers. “You’re mine now. And I don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”
