“Be my armor, Crown,” I whisper, the alcohol convincing me to be even bolder than I normally would. “I want to wear you like a shield, carry you into battle with me.” I suck on his lower lip, and he closes his eyes, his hands finding my hips and squeezing so hard that I let out a small sound. “That’s what I want out of all this. You. Them. The four of you—my dark knights instead of Cat’s. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
