“I do,” Renwick said, “and believe me when I tell you, you can make the whole world bleed and it will never make you feel safe.” “And what will make me feel safe?” Rua snarled, moving to push past him. He grabbed the crook of her arm, his face mere inches from hers. “Me.” The world stopped moving at that word. She couldn’t hear the whipping wind or far-off voices or the sound of horses, she only heard the pounding of her heart and the echo of his voice. Me. She shoved him against the wardrobe, his eyes flaring as her lips crashed against his.
