“I’m selfish,” Rumple pants against my skin. “Eva, I’m selfish.” And in those words, I hear his apology, hear the knowledge that he won’t ever let me leave, but lucky for him, I don’t want to. This isn’t something I’m running from. This isn’t a prison. For the first time in my life, this isn’t a cage. This is my freedom. I chuckle softly and pat his arm. “I know, Rumple,” I say. “I know.”
