Rua’s chest cracked as she let out a shuddering sob. “Rua,” Renwick whispered in that soft, comforting tone that only made her tears fall faster. She looked up to him, her Fated, with watery eyes. “If we’re not going to make it—” “Don’t say that,” Renwick bit out, but Rua shook her head as hot tears slipped down her cold cheeks. “If we’re not going to make it—” “We will,” Renwick growled. “I need you to know . . . I love you.” Her lips trembled as she spoke, leaning forward from her bindings, her body straining towards his. “I love every part of you, mea raga fede.”
