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If my heart was a compass, Remy Holt was my true North.
His dark eyes were liquid chocolate, warm and soft, as he looked down at me. “I love her completely.”
“You being bossy is kinda hot, girl. Keep it up, and Maren may have some competition when she gets back.”
When the teacher surprised us, Preston had jerked, the knife slipping and cutting a thin line down the ‘P’ that turned it into a crude, misshapen ‘R’ looking mark.
“Nothing would ever make me love him any less,” I whispered hoarsely. “He’s mine.”
“I’m not stuck with you, Skye,” he informed me tersely. “Even without the bond? I choose you. I love you.”
“Don’t believe in yourself,” he replied softly, reaching up to cradle my jaw. “Maybe I should Command you into seeing how incredible you are, Skye Markham.”
“Safe isn’t a place, Remy. It’s not this school, or in Blackwater, or any other place. Safe is you.”
His mouth crashed into mine, no longer teasing and playing. His kiss was full of hunger and need. He didn’t simply coax my lips open; he demanded every part of me yield to him, starting with my mouth.
“You gave me the strength I needed to heal. The only reason I’m strong enough to go to the Summit and testify is because of you, Remy.”
“Skye, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. If you need my support, you have it. Always. I love you, and I’ll be with you every step of the way, but your strength is your own,”
“Skye,” he started slowly, using his other hand to cradle the back of my head as he looked into my eyes, “you are everything.”
But the whole reason I was here was to tell the truth. Finally, I could rip the monsters out of the shadows and shove them into the light.
It wasn’t my job to feel guilty for their actions. It wasn’t my responsibility to carry their dirty secrets.
I couldn’t change the fact that I was a victim, but I was also a survivor. And maybe I could stop them from ever hurting someone else.
The slam of the front door hitting the wall was the only warning I got that Hurricane Remy had made landfall and was headed straight for me.
Tucked in Remy’s embrace, as he sheltered me from the world, was my favorite place to be.
“You said, ‘how weak I was’, Skye,” she clarified. “Not how weak I am. You used past tense.”
“Don’t let a memory trick you into forgetting who you are,” Katy said fiercely, “or how far you’ve come.”
“You already did the hard part,” he reminded me. “You escaped, you survived.
“I’m yours,” I said softly, pressing a hand over his heart. “I want to be yours in every way.”
“I choose you, Remy. Now, yesterday, tomorrow, and every single day I’m alive.”
And now that same word was the key that opened the lock of my cage and set me free.
He was, in a word, perfection. And he was, in another word, mine.
His dark gaze dragged slowly up my body before latching onto my eyes. They were twin flames of want and need trying to decide what part of me to devour first.
Which was fine by me; I was happy to live amongst the moon and stars if Remy was with me.
“Skye is my mate. She absolutely speaks for me.”
“Anything worth everything requires a fight.”
“You’re ours,” he whispered, joy suffused in his grin. “You’re Blackwater. No one can take you away.”
You don’t have to carry around the darkness by yourself anymore.”
