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March 27 - March 29, 2024
“I still choose you even with your shortcomings, Cresswell.”
“What I mean is, I promise to stand by your side through whatever comes our way. You’ll end up being the hero, no doubt, but I’ll look good beside you. And that’s what truly counts.”
“I’m in favor of hiding in your chamber for the remainder of the week.” A smile twitched across his lips as I raised a brow. “Drinking, kissing, debauching ourselves until we arrive in New York.” He sighed dreamily. “You must admit, we’d be safe from the murderer. Deliriously happy. And both of those options are much better than standing over cadavers.
“I’ve been tasked with escorting you to bed, a difficult job, but one I shall take very seriously, I assure you.”
“My partner in crime and debauchery,” I said, clinking our glasses together. “I am a lucky woman, indeed.”
“Truth is often compared to a blade,” I said. “I question those who marvel when it pricks.”
We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.
My heart is yours, no sleight of hand will steal it.”
“Normal is overrated.” Cassie nudged me toward the bar. “Extraordinary is unforgettable.
“It would be highly indecent. Being almost alone. In the room of the girl I want to marry. The one who keeps refusing me.”
“Be cautious with who you give your heart to. And be even more wary of those who seek to steal it.”
“I’m sure you can find a way to be truthful to me and adhere to the terms of your bargain. We’re partners. Equals. Let me in so I may help.”
“I don’t smell anything unusual.” “Oh. Never mind.” Thomas leaned back. “It’s simply your attitude, Miss Wadsworth. It stinks.”
There was no greater feeling than being admired for my brain.
he wasn’t afraid of being proven wrong; he only feared not trying.
“It’s called charm, Professor. And I do believe it’ll get us far.” Thomas inhaled deeply, eyes dancing with mirth. “No one can resist a well-timed quip.”
“Swords, secrets, and stolen kisses.” His eyes flashed with delight. “You speak the language of my complicated heart, Wadsworth. I am a very lucky man.”
“You’re quite smart, aren’t you?” “Of course I am,” Thomas said. “Is that supposed to be insulting? Whatever will you comment on next; the golden flecks in my eyes? The sharpness of my jaw?”
There was no world I wanted to live in where Thomas Cresswell wasn’t a part of it. No matter the odds stacked against us, I’d fight for him until I drew in my last, shuddering breath. Even in death I’d never stop coming for those who threatened my family. Because that’s what Thomas had become. He was mine—I’d chosen him just as he’d chosen me, and I’d defend him with everything I had. Our friendship had caught fire and blazed with something powerful and untamed. Something I’d been foolish to ever doubt.
I love you, I thought, rallying against the blackness. More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.
thinking of a world without Thomas Cresswell was unbearable.
“Of course I will miss you. It will feel like my heart is being surgically forced from my chest against my will.”
I was whole on my own. I did not need another person to complete me, and yet the way we were parting made me feel ill.
