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Yeah. I know what he probably thought. But while I might have his essence, now that we’re communicating, Loki is getting to see another side of me. And this Kennedy? She reserves the right to change her mind quickly if she wants to.
He gives his head a clearing shake. “Do you love me?”
What?
Does it matter? I gave in. I said I would stay. That I would promise myself to him.
“I love you, my heart. Do you love me?”
When I don’t answer, he holds out his hand. “Will you gift me your essence?”
He gave me his. That’s what started this whole thing. And if I give him mine, he’ll know everything about me. Growing up as the black sheep of my family with my golden child younger sister. Lonely days at high school, and mistakes I can’t take back. Tyler. He’ll know all of it.
And I’m almost positive it won’t change a thing about the way he feels for me.
He called me his ‘heart’, after all. And from the emotions passing over to me when he says it, he’s thinking of me with that nickname for a while now.
But how am I supposed to give him my essence?
With a huff, I admit, “I don’t know how.”
“Put your wee hand in mine, my Kennedy. And just let me have it.”
Don’t tempt me, Loki. Right now, I kind of really want to let you have it… but probably not the way he means.
“Fine.” I drop my hand into his. “Happy?”
His purple eyes gleam as a spark passes between us. He folds his red fingers over my pale hand. “Yes,” he says, his voice impossibly low. “I am very happy. Because I have your essence now and I can sense your feelings for me.” Loki beams. “And you love me. Maybe not as much as I adore you, but that’s only fair. I’ve longed for you my whole life, loving you in an instant. It will take more time for you to share my feelings, but I promise you, I will stop at nothing until you do.”
I believe him. Is that crazy? It might be.
But if it is, it’s no crazier than throwing away any hope of going back home ever again.
Ah, well. The human world is overrated.
What’s a little thing like delivery at the push of a button, an apartment with an actual shower, and hundreds of books available on a device that’s small enough to fit in my purse when I’m looking at true love?
Strangely enough, I actually mean that.
Because when Loki says my essence tells him I love him, I have to admit to myself: Huh. I guess I do.
“Essence, check,” I tell him, trying not to grow red as his marvels down at me. I can only imagine what part of me or my memories—the very essence of who I am—to give me that look on his face… but I like it. “What’s the mate’s promise.”
“It’s a promise bonded mates say to each other when they choose one another.”
Oh. Okay. Like wedding vows.
“If you want, you can repeat after me, my mate.”
Will I ever not shiver when Loki says that in his gruff, rough voice? Probably not. “Okay.”
“My soul will be yours—”
I open my mouth to repeat the first line of the promise when it hits me that Iknowthis. And not because Loki does, either. I know.
I’ve probably read it a hundred times in Sombran, not having any idea what the strange words meant, but now that Loki says it out loud and I hear it in English, it hits me that the second part of the true love spell reallyisa promise.
I hold up one finger. “Hang on, okay? I want to see something.”
