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She wasn’t sweet or gentle or biddable. She was a bloodthirsty fucking murderer. His heart sang.
“I could no more rip out your throat,” he said honestly, “than rip out my own heart.”
“I need your sunshine,” he admitted, his voice soft. “You don’t need my darkness. I know that. But I’ll give it to you anyway. I’ll give you everything I have.”
“Trying to convince me that you’re not a monster?” she asked darkly. “No,” he murmured. “I would never lie to you, my love. But I am trying to convince you that a monster is just what you need.”
they were both solitary creatures in spite of those bonds. Now they would be solitary together.
Leaving him. When he needed her around just to think, to breathe, to live. When her absence was his definition of loneliness.
Because he could tell, in a thousand tiny ways, that she might not mind being his. Thank God, since he was already undeniably hers.
his worry washed away by a flood of desperate, near-painful love. He loved her. And she might possibly be open to one day, perhaps, loving him. He hoped.
Chas went on, her eyes still closed, every part of her practically glowing with contentment. Which was exactly how he intended to keep her, always.
You might’ve killed me.” “And you are my heart, so I would’ve harmed myself too.”
“You’re not only my mate. You’re my huntress. And you caught me, body and soul.”
