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These seven people have my back and I have theirs…and I always will.
Team Hudson.
Only Hudson Vega—with his perfect Brit boy pompadour and even more perfect smirk—would be wearing dress pants and a dress shirt to a late-night reading sesh at the library.
“Whatever you can remember.”
“I remember everything, Grace.”
“You’re capable of dealing with anything. No one doubts that—and if they do, they’re daft, because you’ve proven it over and over again. You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
Yes, things might be bad, and it doesn’t seem like there is an easy solution at first, but after a while, if you wait too long, there are only hard choices left to make.”
“Beautiful.” But he’s not looking at the flowers when he answers. He’s looking at me…and somehow that makes everything better and worse, all at the same time.
“I only knew how to break yours with Jaxon because I’m the one who created it.”
“I never imagined that it was off because it should never have existed in the first place.”
“I do have a half-human mate, you know. And she needs to eat human food. Besides,” he continues with a shrug, “YouTube is a thing.”
“How could I not want to be mated to my best friend? I’ve known you were incredible from the first day we met.”
Yeah, there’s definitely something there. And this guy, this really great guy, has never had anyone love him before, has never had anyone choose him.
But…maybe we don’t need the Crown once we do it?”
“Is that what you want to do?”
“I think so, yeah.” I swallow. “Is it what you want to do?”
Even before he says, “Oh yeah.”
I am not sure I’m emotionally ready to handle with Hudson is not kissing him at all.
“What flavor of ice cream do vampires like best?” It’s my turn to side eye him. “Blood sherbet?” He laughs. “Good guess, but no.” He pauses, then says, “Vein-illa.”
I’ve learned that the heavier his accent, the more he’s feeling, even if his blue eyes don’t show any of it—and
Hudson is gorgeous.
His very obviously couture Armani tuxedo, with its shiny lapels and white pocket square, fits his long, lean frame like it was made for him
But his answering grin is the brightest thing in the room—which
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hudson agrees. I turn to smile at him, then realize he’s not looking at the view. He’s looking at me.
Hudson stirs against me and murmurs something into my hair that has my entire body going rigid in shock.
Its the l word isn't it
“I love you,” he says with no flourish, no fanfare. Just three stark words that change everything, whether we want them to or not.
“You don’t get to tell me what I mean,” he answers. “Any more than you get to tell me how I feel. I love you, Grace Foster. I’ve loved you for months, and I’ll love you forever. There’s nothing you can do about that fact.”
One, I feel more for Hudson Vega than I ever imagined I would. And two, I can never, ever tell him.
This time, when I kiss him, he’s all in. And so am I, even if I can’t tell him. Even if I can’t yet tell myself.
Until it’s impossible to tell what either of us is, was, or will become without the other.
This, right here, is what I’m fighting for. And what I’ll die for, if I have to.
“We’re dancing on air,”
“What what feels like?” “Being next to you.”
“The whole world disappears when you’re near me, Hudson,”
“It was into this chaos, this disorder, these extremes of love and hate, that you—that all gargoyles—were born.”
Hudson has taken too much blood.
“There is only one path for you, my queen.”
“Now, you listen to me, Grace Foster. I am in love with you. Not a human. Not a gargoyle. You. I am in love with the girl who has a heart bigger than the entire world and the fucking gumption to demand it kneel at her feet if it harms someone she loves.”
“But I can’t do this alone. I need you more than you will ever need me.
I will follow you to the afterlife and drag your stone ass back one painful mile at a time. So stop whatever this bullshit is you’ve got going on right now and. Get. The. Fuck. Up.”
“You wouldn’t ask because you thought I wouldn’t pick you. But I would. I would pick you, Hudson. If there was any other way, I would choose you. I love you.”
“I always knew you were going to crush me one day, Grace. I just didn’t know that…”
And I say, “I choose you.”
Because for me, Hudson’s love is endless.
“You owe me a life debt, vampire. And I am claiming it here. Protect my son.”
turn it over, and tattooed right in the center of my hand, taking up almost my entire palm, is a series of seven concentric circles in the shape of a wreath…or a crown.
Even before she whispers, “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you.”
“We’re going to live a very long time, Grace. I can’t be making rash promises like that.”
I think it’s time I tell her about her emerald-green string.
