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“You’re really not going to trade me away? No matter what?” He scoffed. “Amma, I would sooner be cleaved in two than allow anyone to take you from me.”
now look at you, wearing the evidence around your throat that you belong to me.” Amma’s fingers grasped at him, drawing herself as close as he would allow, lips brushing his. “What if that’s exactly what I want?”
“When I’m with you, I just feel like things will be okay, I guess.”
who could really remember? It was not as if it were written down in some tome, and he could flip to chapter sixteen to repeat it.
“Please, Lord Bloodthorne,” Amma whined, fighting against his hold to wiggle up against him, “just let me be bad for you.”
He could hear the grin work its way across her lips in the darkness. “Do your worst.”
“My sweet Ammalie would do whatever I say, wouldn’t she? Arcanely possessed or not?” The truth broke out of her like a sprout reaching for the sun. “Yes. Anything.” “Come apart for me.”
He simply spoke to her, and she listened. “I am in love with you, Amma, utterly and unconditionally, until my last breath and beyond.”
In fact, if someone were telling me about this, I would probably think the pacing was a little off.”
“Oh, I am going to help you, Amma, but I hope you are prepared for a little destruction, if need be.” “To get him back?” She scoffed. “I’m prepared to destroy the entire realm myself.”
“What you are has nothing to do with what I expect.” The woman slashed her sword through the air, and the brilliance of it flared blindingly golden. “It’s what you’ve chosen to be.”
