“I love you,” I breathed. His gaze burned around the edges, as the mantra of my pulse filled the space between us. Love me too. Love me forever. He stepped forward until his tux brushed my dress, slid his hand to my nape, and pressed his words to my ear. “And I love you, Elena Russo.” Nico might have been a bad man, but where he lacked in morals, he more than made up for as a husband. He loved me forever.
Kill me
