And once upon a time, he might have let go of her. But not now. Not when she’d run from him and roused the animal inside him he hadn't known he'd had. Not when she’d shattered in his arms and let him anchor her and bring her back. Not when she’d given him another piece of herself, trusting him to keep her safe. She had cooked him a meal like he was special, embraced him like he was someone worth holding, and looked at him with emotions a demon of death like him had never seen and certainly didn’t deserve.
