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He snarled. “Argh! Why don’t you ever do anything I ask you to?” “Because you don’t ask. You tell me.”
Curran grimaced. “If I were beating you in the street, they wouldn’t lift a finger to help you.” “If you were beating me in the middle of the Keep, would anyone lift a finger? Or would they all simply decide to look away because alphas are fighting and it’s none of their business?”
“I need to know where we are.” His gray eyes had grown dark, not angry but resigned. “Are we okay? Are we complete strangers, are we on a first date, or are we going home together tonight?” I stepped closer to him and kissed him. For a moment he didn’t respond, and then he opened his mouth and pulled me to him, gripping me. I licked his tongue, letting his taste wash over me. Anticipation flooded me. This felt right. He was mine. My Curran. I’d almost lost him, but I’d fought for him and here he was, loving me. I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. We stood locked, intertwined,
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He squeezed me to him, kissed my forehead, and breathed in the scent of my hair. The relief was so plain in the way he touched me. “It’s okay,” I told him. “I know.” His voice was quiet. “I will always be there. I will walk across the whole planet if I have to.” I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’ll meet you halfway.”
Curran moved. One moment I was standing and then I was in the hallway, my feet in the empty air. He’d clamped his hands on my shoulders and lifted me to his face. His voice was glacial. “One thing. I asked you to do one thing.” He was really pissed off. I would’ve preferred it if he’d roared. “I’m sorry.” Something thudded against the front door. “You gave me your word and you broke it.” “Yes. I’m sorry. I had no choice. I was trying to save Rowena.” He opened his mouth. “Reckless, stupid, wrong, broke your trust, I’m sorry,” I told him. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“I will kill anything that tries to hurt you,” he said, his voice quiet. “I know. I will kill anything that tries to hurt you,” I told him. Curran looked at me. “I just can’t figure out what to do when you hurt yourself. Who am I mad at?”
“Whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption in the land—it is as if he had slain mankind entirely,” Luther said quietly. “Yes.” Bahir nodded. The Qur’an had many different verses, some pointing to war, some pointing to peace, but the fifth chapter of it was clear on the subject of murder. Human life was precious.
Allah doesn’t charge a soul with more than a person can bear. I’m meant to do this. This is the purpose of my life.
