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Leo looked very handsome. There were some signs of aging on his face, highlighted in the slight lines framing his severe eyes. There was no longer that invincible air about him. Leo Winthrop towered over me. His left cheek had a faded scar that was new to me, although it seemed to have been there for quite some time. His long, dirty blond hair was tied in a bun on top of his head, and his green eyes scanned the length of my body with their sparkling gaze.
“If there will be my ring on anyone’s finger, it’ll be yours,” he said. I chewed on my lip, my heart stalling. “You never answered me last night. Do you remember the night I kissed you?”
“What if I don’t deserve him? What if I don’t deserve any of you? What if I’ve become a monster?” “Then I guess I’m a monster catcher, baby,” he whispered.
“Why do you have tears in your eyes, pretty girl? Who do I need to murder?”
With August, I had to become what I feared. With Atticus, I got to accept the darkest parts of my soul. And somewhere between all of that, Leo was there too. We were trauma bonded, the rugged bodyguard and I.
I gripped the steering wheel. “So if I scratch it, you’ll kill me?” I asked. August never let me drive his expensive cars when we were teens. Said I was too delicate for such power. “Total it, baby. As long as you don’t hurt yourself, I don’t give a fuck about the car.” Swoon.
“Do what, Little Monster?” he whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear him. What the fuck? They had pet names now? I needed a cute name for her. Like mine or tightest pussy I’ve ever dicked.
“Nod like a good girl so I know you understand.” I did what anyone would do at that moment. I nodded.
“I’m afraid I can’t ask you,” he replied. “You see, Christine, if I asked, that would imply you had any say in this. But it’s not my mother, this Crown, or your so-called crimes that draw us together. It’s…fate. As obscure and obsolete of a construct as that is, you’ve been mine since the day you were born. You’ve had my heart since that night you moved in. We have been meant to belong together for as long as I can remember. It’s too late to stop now. It’s too late to ask.”
