“Kill me,” he said. My brows lowered. “What?” “If she takes me again, if I hurt you again,” he said, “kill me.” I started to shake my head. “You do not know what you are asking of me.” “I do,” he said quickly. “Do not let me live with the guilt of having murdered you.” “So you would rather I live with it?” I asked. The words slipped angrily between my teeth. He said nothing, but I already knew his answer.
