“I say a lot of idiotic things,” he grumbled, grip on her wrist and jaw tightening. “What I mean is that I want to keep you, your body, your soul. I want every beat of your heart for my own, and I want to be consumed by you.” Amma had fallen still again, glassiness to her blue eyes. “You’ve ruined me, Ammalie,” he said with a chuckle. “Enthralled me completely without even using magic.”
