“Will you be my wife?” War asks. I stare at him dumbfounded, my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest. “I already promised you I would.” “But now I am asking you,” the horseman says, staring up at me from where he kneels. “No more deals between us, Miriam. I want this to truly be your choice.” He searches my eyes. “Will you be mine?” I could say no. For the first time, War is actually giving me an out in this relationship. Of course, it’s too late for me and my heart. And now he had to go and make himself a better man, a man worthy of saying yes to. “Yes, War. Yes, I’ll be your wife.”
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