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“You’re still mine, Kennedy,” I gasped as our bodies quieted.

“Yours,” she breathed before she went silent.

Her eyes closed. Her fingers tightened around my knuckles.

I wasn’t ready to move. I wanted to sleep inside her. To tell her I loved her. I just didn’t know how.

It could have been twenty minutes or an hour before we stirred. Our muscles started to cool.

I kissed her temple. “I think the storm is letting up.”

She nodded.

I rolled on my side, drawing her back against my chest, but she spun to face me. Her palm flattening against my chest, right over my heart. I drew the sheet to our shoulders. The candle wax had dripped to the mantle. A few of the wicks sputtered for air. That damn shutter had finally stopped banging against the house.

“Is this how it’s going to be?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I searched her eyes, brushing a damp tendril from her forehead. God, she was even more beautiful now.

“We fight. We have sex. We wake up and destroy each other tomorrow.”

I shook my head. “No. That’s not the new normal.”

“It seems like it is.” Her lashes lowered.

I tilted her chin toward me, kissing her, long and hard. Our tongues twined. We finally broke for air.

“It can’t be like that. I don’t want that. Do you?”

“No.” She winced. “It seems like a pattern. Like something we’re falling into.”

I gave her a half-smile. “We are the ones who determine the patterns now. It’s all us. No one else. Everything that happened between our families ends now. We can decide that once and for all.”

Kennedy shook her head. “You really have been gone a long time.”

“Hey, there’s no one standing in our way. I’m not going back to Paris.” I could feel the heat rolling in waves off her body. I moved my hand to the curve of her hip. “I’m here. That means we have to deal with this together. No one else has a say. No one else has power. It’s you and me. That’s it.”

“Then I need to ask you something,” she responded quietly.

“All right.” I ran my thumb against her cheek. “Ask me whatever you want. What is it?” I had hoped this would happen. I needed her help, but I wasn’t going to ask for it. She had to offer it. To come to me on her own.

“I know you’ve been meeting with my assistant, Crew. Tell me what you two have meeting about it. And why is Seraphina involved? I want the truth. No more secrets, or I call Kimble.”

I rolled her on her back. She gasped. “I’m serious, Knight.”

I smiled. “I’ve been waiting for that question all night.”

“You have?” Her eyes darted back and forth.

I dragged my lips over hers. “Mmmhmm. If only you had asked that first.”

She inhaled deeply. “Are you going to tell me?”

“I am. The entire story,” I admitted. I wouldn’t leave out any of the details.

I hooked my arm under her knee. She gasped.

“But first…”

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