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“That was different.”
“How so? She was willing to go on a suicide mission for the good of the city as well, and yet, that wasn’t okay, but absorbing a shit ton of dark magic and disappearing for two months was?”
She opens her mouth to reply but shuts it quickly.
“You have no idea what it was like for me. To know you were suffering but have no clue where to find you.”
“I did what I thought I had to do.”
“You took the easy way out.”
She pushes past me, climbing off the bed and spinning toward me, hands on her hips. “The easy way? Are you kidding me? The easy way would have been to let Elijah die. To let Lucy have Delaney and her magic and for me to run.” She takes a step closer. “I could have gotten far enough that she wouldn’t have been able to touch me.”
I clench my teeth together to keep from interjecting.
“Running would have been easy.”
I push to my feet and take a step forward so we’re mere inches from each other. “Then why the fuck didn’t you run?” I question. “Why the fuck didn’t you turn tail and take off, Bronywyn? I’m dying to know.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breathing ragged as she glares up at me. “Because I couldn’t leave you to die.”
“Why?” I move closer, nostrils flaring when I sense the potent lust coming off of her like a delicate perfume, and knowing it was my blood that healed her so quickly; I’ve never been more grateful to be a vampire. “Why couldn’t you let me die, Bronywyn?”
She’s silent, closing her eyes as a single tear slips free. I need to hear it from her, the reason why she can’t let me die. And while I want to believe I know the reason, what happens next will change everything.
When her eyes open again, they’re glistening. “Because I am in love with you, you moronic bloodsucker.”
I don’t wait.
Blurring forward, I cup the back of her neck and slam my mouth onto hers. She bucks against me a moment before her hands fist the front of my shirt. I run my tongue across the seam of her lips, urging her to open again because, this fucking time, I won’t let her go.
She does, and I slip my tongue inside, tasting the delicate chocolate still on her tongue. Needing to be closer, to feel every inch of her pressed against me, I cup her ass and lift her, then blur across the room and press her into the wall.
Bronywyn grips the front of my shirt and tears, sending buttons flying in all directions as she runs her hands up my chest. My cock feels like it’s going to fucking shred my pants, so I press into her, rubbing the length against her core. When she moans and grips me with her legs, I lose my fucking mind.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
Ever needed.
Over three centuries of waiting, and I finally have her in my arms.
But for how long?
