An Act of Obsession (Acts of Honor, #3)

by K.C. Lynn

Little did I know, that one act of kindness would bring me a dangerous obsession.

She raises every protective instinct I have and whoever put that fear in her, I want to fucking end them.

“Dude, where did you find this chick?” the kid next to me asks. It takes me a moment to answer, my eyes never leaving Lia. “I didn’t. She found me.”

When she looks at me, her vibrant smile punches me in the chest. It’s a smile that I’d make sure she had every second if I could.

“I’m going to respect your privacy…for now. But one day, you’re going to tell me who made you so afraid. And if they’re still breathing—they won’t be for much longer.”

It may be a mistake, but I have a feeling he will be the best mistake I ever make.

“We all have scars, Sophie, in one form or another.” Her gaze snaps to mine as I bring my hand to her cheek. “I just want to know all of you.”

“Sophie Parish,” I murmur, dragging my lips across her mutilated skin. “Not a victim but a survivor.”

Getting up, I hit the light before crawling in next to her. My arms come around her as she moves in close and for the first time in days, I finally find peace again. A feeling I never knew was possible for me until she came along.

“Find him! Otherwise, he’s as good as dead.” His words hold conviction. It’s no threat. It’s a promise.

“I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’d never ask you to change. To me, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Yeah, I have. But make no mistake, Sophie. You are different. Tonight was different. We are different. Nothing or no one has ever compared to you. You get me?”

After I’ve laid claim to every inch of her body, I hold her in my arms until she falls asleep and decide this very second that I’m going to keep her forever.

I’d give her anything she asked for if it made her smile.

“If I could choose one person to dance with for the rest of my life, it would be you, Kolan Slade.”

“You have me, Kolan. Never doubt that. You have every single part of me.”

I burrow my head closer to his heart, resting my lips against one of the puckered scars, vowing to always watch over him, just like he does me.

“Be sure, Sophie. Because if you stay, then you better know now I’m never letting you go.”

“Loving you is my passion,” I tell him. “You will always be my first choice.” He stares down at me, his expression somber. “Marry me.”