He brings my hand up and brushes his lips over my knuckles. “We,” he tips his head toward Dane to include the shifter, “want every part of you. We want the Greer who screams about spiders. We want the Greer who cries during movies. We want the Greer who stabs demons and protects the world. We want the Greer no one else has ever met, because she’s ours. All we want is to be with Greer.” Valen squeezes my hand. “She’s safe with us.” An eyelash falls in my eye and moisture blurs my vision. Stupid fucking eyelashes. I struggle to breathe, body and face growing hot the longer my throat is blocked
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