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What made life worth living if not love? What did we fight for if not the person who made us complete?
When love abandoned you, negative emotions easily slipped through the cracks of one’s broken soul to make us whole again.
“Actually, because you are her husband, it cancels out your status. With her being a Mistress and not just a slave, it puts you in the position of the wrongdoing therefore not only canceling out her crime but leaving you at risk for facing charges should she bring them forward. Of course, the punishment will be in the hands of the board.”
She loved me and had proven that with her actions. And she’d been so distraught at my death. Yet, here we were, and now she was different.
For the first time, familiarity soared. Everleigh had always felt so perfect in my arms. Like she’d been made to fit me.
What I want to know about is you. You say you want to be one of my members. Right now, I’ll be honest. I don’t trust you. I know you’ve been through a lot, but I’ll be blunt…you have issues. Ones I’m not sure responsibility will fix. If you want to stand any chance at all, start talking. I want the truth about every little thing in your mind. All of it.”
He is an ass
He loved her in his own way. Our way. Yes, we were so similar, and I couldn’t deny it. I held hate for what he did to Everleigh, but was I looking at her how she would have been had our future never been interrupted? Even though I made the safeguards, it didn’t erase who I truly was.
was done with men. With people in general. You couldn’t befriend monsters and expect blood not to become involved at some point. That’s all this place housed. No one was to be trusted.
Had I not battled death so Everleigh and I could be together? I had then. It was only later that this numbness took over.
“I should be dead,” I mumbled against her lips. “You were the only thing that kept me hanging on. If you think I’m going to let West win by taking away the only thing I felt was worth living for, then you are the fool, slave. Your love for me is in there somewhere. I don’t care what I have to do to set it free, I’m taking back what’s mine.”
Me, I didn’t trust anyone anymore. Even if there was passion today, it would fade. When it did, his true colors would show.
You are my life. You once said you loved me. Tell me again. Feel it again so I can too.”
“Have me, I’m right here, but I am not a possession that can be owned.”
“I love you.” He swallowed hard, bringing my face closer to his. “Everleigh. Slave. I have loved you for longer than you can even imagine. This is not easy for me. I’m trying so hard to find us. I need you to try too. Just say the word. Believe it, or don’t. Just let me hear you say it. I have to. I need more…I think I feel…I…”
When I pulled it back and saw Jarrett, I almost lunged at him. He was soft toward her. Too soft. He kept helping her when he shouldn’t have. He was true to Whitlock, but he was true to her as well.
“Get the Cradle ready. Bring them back. All of them.”
Asshole
I felt…remorse…regret…and monstrous. But I could feel…and it was more than just the anger that always plagued me. It was love, sadness, heartbreak.
To kill was to be free.
Men who love like me are not honorable, slave. We fight for what we want. We kill, if need be. You are mine. You have always been mine. If it’s a game of cat and mouse you seek, you have it, but I wonder if it’ll even come to that. I truly wonder just how far you’ll make it alone.”
