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“You’re fucking wrong if you think that. You’re not ruined. You’re strong as hell. You’re a queen, with four men who would all get on our knees for you. We wouldn’t want you so damn bad if you weren’t steel all the way through, baby girl. You’re not. Fucking. Ruined.”
“Please come back to me, baby,” I whisper roughly. “Don’t do this. Don’t let the darkness take you. You’re stronger than this, I know it. Please. Come back to us. We fucking need you.”
Like we’re just two people trying to bind ourselves together closer than our physical bodies will let us get.
“You’re not ruined,”
“You’re not broken. You’re a fucking warrior, through and through. You hear me, goddammit? You’re strong enough to survive this.”
There’s a word written there, the raised, swollen cuts stark against the rest of my skin. Ours.
Whatever Gage sees now, it must be enough. He nods, dragging his fingertips down the line of my jaw. “I told you, baby girl. We can’t let you go.”
“I know how this feels. How the loss tries to destroy you.”
They’re strong, thick, and covered in tattoos. They definitely belong to Knox. When I turn my head to the right, there he is, curled up in bed facing me. He’s not asleep, and he quirks a little smile at me when I look at him. I can’t return it just yet, but the relief that floods me is like a balm after the horror of that nightmare. Someone shifts on my other side, and I know it’s Priest, still in the bed where he was when I fell asleep. Gage and Ash are in the room too, Ash sitting cross legged on the floor, fiddling with something in his lap, and Gage in the desk chair, looking at something
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I’m not alone. I’m not alone. I’m not alone.
“Because you have to hold on to those good memories just as hard as the bad ones. They exist too. Right alongside the bad. They’re yours as much as all the awful, shitty ones are.”
“Wow. That’s very Zen of you,” I tease. “You’re like a psychotic, murderous Winnie the Pooh.”
Let the whole fucking world know. River is ours. Ours to protect. Ours to worship. Our fucking queen.
Getting to see more of him, to understand his pain and suffering and know that he understands mine too, has changed everything between us. I want to see more and more of who he is inside. I can’t get enough.
“I love them,”

