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Jono’s thumb skimmed over his cheek in slow strokes. “It can wait.” “It really can’t. I won’t use you like how Ethan uses Hannah. For fuck’s sake, I just said—” “I know what you said,” Jono interrupted. “But it’s okay, love.” Patrick stared at him in disbelief, digging his fingers into the back of Jono’s hand. “How is this okay?” “Because the Fates gave me to you,” Jono said slowly. “I think that’s why Marek brought me here. For you.”
“I’ll be your weapon if you’ll be my pack,” Jono whispered against his lips, echoing Patrick’s thoughts. After everything they’d gone through—everything that had changed between them at the hands of the gods—Patrick could deny Jono nothing. He would fight to his last breath to keep Jono safe from any further machinations the gods might throw their way, no matter how fruitless his efforts might be. For Jono, he would do anything. “Okay,” Patrick said, leaning into Jono’s touch, craving it. “We’ll figure this out.”