“Nobody actually means forever,” I contend. “I mean fucking forever,” he growls back, pushing away from the counter and closing the distance in two long strides. “My brothers mean it,” he insists, and he leans over me, forcing me to look up at him and the searing intensity in his gaze. “Fuck every fae out there. We’re not them. If you choose us, you’ll have us. That’s it,” he tells me vehemently, slashing a hand through the air in finality.
