“Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?” My heart stopped. Went cold. And then lit with fire. We stared at each other, silence and the vehemence of his voice touching my skin with rough fingers. “You don’t mean that,” I breathed. “I meant every goddamn word I said.”
