“I don’t want—” “I love you.” Elora needed her own weapon. And at the moment, honesty was her sharpest knife. She couldn’t go back in time and say it years ago, like she should have. But she could say it today. “I love you very much.” Zain didn’t so much as blink as he studied her. Could he hear the truth in her words? Could he see them coming from her heart?
