“I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.” His head rolls back, eyes to the ceiling, and he stills beneath me, as solid as the stone walls in Parsons Manor. “Let me go, Adeline,” he says tightly. I hardly recognize his voice.
