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Her life, in many ways, was better than what it had been weeks ago. She had found a true friend in Amara and a protector in Dante. And she had found, under all the madness and chaos, Tristan.
“Can we have a moment?” whiskey-and-sin asked from behind her, addressing Dante.
He didn’t say anything. She knew he wouldn’t, not when there were people around, unfriendly people, and not when they were watching him like a hawk. He was still The Predator. Only he was doing a very public mating dance, uncaring of those who watched. She didn't understand him sometimes.
She smiled, knowing he could feel it between them. “Destroy me.”
“I’m so in love with you, caveman.” She saw his eyes flare slightly, his hand coming to rest around her neck, gripping her firmly. “You can’t take that back,” he warned her fiercely.
Morana looked into his gaze, seeing the lost boy and the lovable man, both of whom he kept hidden from the world, and told him. “I’m in love with you, Tristan Caine. I don’t expect you to say it back. I don’t need you to. I just need you to keep on loving me.”
“Your body, your life, your heart – they’re all mine now. Trust me to keep all of them safe.” And Morana collapsed into his chest and broke down for everything they had lost, both of them holding on to the one thing they had found.
