“I’ve always given a fuck about you. I would bleed for you. Kill for you.” He steps closer, reaches for my trembling hand, pulling it from my mouth, to his chest. “I would die for you, Sid.” My eyes slowly find his, my breathing shallow. I feel his heart beating beneath my hand. “What would he do for you, Sid? What would Lucifer Malikov do, for you?” He pulls me close, hand on my low back. His lips press against my brow. “You deserve the world. I’d burn it down before I let anyone give you less.”
