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“But that’s not the point. She was really just a lonely witch who fell in love with a knight.”
I was about to marry a wild animal.
What therefore God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.
His eyes blazed. “You’re my wife now, whether we like it or not. No man will ever touch you that way again.”
“I’ll thank you not to speak of my wife.”
“What’s this? Is that possessiveness I detect? Surely you haven’t forgotten the love of your life so easily?”
I was going to strangle her.
Even if she cursed—even if she refused to listen to a single word I ever said—I would never raise my fist to her.
“Don’t,” I growled, voice low, “call my wife a whore.”
My husband was still the most pompous ass in an entire tower of pompous asses, but somehow, that had been easy to overlook in the dungeon. He’d actually . . . defended me. Or at least come as close as he was capable without his virtue imploding.
“I will always protect those who are dear to me. Do you understand? Always.”
“I can’t protect you if you lie to me.”
He was such a brute. A somewhat adorable, pompous-assed brute.
“This is impossible,” he muttered, trying and failing to keep the strands separated. He gave up after a few seconds and started over. “Your hair is thicker than a horse’s tail.”
“Hmm.” I yawned again. “Is that a compliment, Chass?”
He took my hand. “You look beautiful.”
Do not urge me to leave you or turn back from you.’”
Where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay.’”
With enormous effort, I raised my head. Her fingers loosened in surprise. I looked directly into Reid’s eyes. “I love you.”
“Love makes fools of us all, darling.”
Lou’s eyes sought mine. “I love you,” she whispered. No tears marred her beautiful face. “I will remember you.”
