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“Ya lyublyu tebya.” He made a noise of satisfaction. “Ya byl tyoim pervym I ya budu tvoim poslednim.” I was your first, and I will be your last. “Don’t you want to know if I’ve been with anyone after you?” “You haven’t.” The response was so confident, it told me one thing.
“And what about you?” I asked with unease. I didn’t want to know, but I also needed to know. “Have you been with someone else?” “No. You’ve truly fucked with my head.”
Eight hours later, I glanced out the window of the private jet. “Ronan . . . did Moscow get an Eiffel Tower of its own recently?” “I would never allow that kind of romantic tourism in my city.”
“I’m saving myself for marriage, kotyonok.” I glared at him. He thought it was funny.
“Ronan . . .” He grabbed my hand and walked us to her table. “Mon Dieu,” she breathed before getting to her feet and placing her hands on my face. “Si belle. Tellement comme ma Tatianna . . . So much like my Tatianna.” My chest twisted as the knowledge sank in. She was Tatianna’s mother. My grandmother.
“You know,” I said, “I’ve mentally recited French for years, and now it all makes sense.” “Of course it does. You are half-French.” She laughed, her eyes sliding to the bar. “So tell me about this man you came here with.”
“He passed away a few years ago from cancer, and all I wish now was that I would have approached him sooner. We wasted so much time dancing around each other. If you feel that way for this man, don’t waste any more time. It can’t be brought back.” Seeing her tears made a few of mine fall.
“Well, we have a high chance of having psychopathic children, but other than that, great.” He chuckled. “Good. They’ll have a better chance of surviving Kat.”
“The next time I fuck you, I need to know you’re mine. And I need you tonight.”
“I don’t want a ring,” I said. “You’re wearing a ring,” he returned. “It doesn’t have to be a diamond. It could be another stone.” “No stone is one hundred percent conflict free.” “Why are you such a hippie?”
His eyes were dark, but his words were soft. “Mne nravitsya.” I love it. I rose to my toes and kissed him, so in love it felt like I would drown, though I knew he would never let go of my hand. When I pulled back, a glimmer of light in the shadows of Ronan’s eyes was gray. It was only a flicker before it was gone. But it meant everything. He ran his thumb across my lips. “Ty byla sozdana dlya menya.” You were made for me. I believed it with everything in me. “Dazhe ocean ne mog razdelit’ nas,”
Even the sea couldn’t keep us apart. He smiled. “Not even hell, kotyonok.” That night, I got married in Paris with a raven on my finger. Though, in my heart, I knew this man had never been my Nevermore. He was my forever.
