“Salem.” It was a grunt. A plea. A confession. “Jud,” I murmured back. “Love me. Love me the way I love you. In a way that can’t be broken.” “Forever,” he said. He kissed my eyes. My cheeks. My soggy lips. “I love you, darlin’. Love you with every piece of me. Every hole and every scar and every hope. Everything belongs to you. To you and Juni. Do you understand what that means?”
