CHAPTER 99
When they broke away, it was not his body or his touch or even his kisses that she wanted.
No, putting her hand to his cheek, she looked into those ruby eyes and knew: she wanted his soul.
She was sure she had it, but suddenly it was so perfectly clear that she could forego everything else as long as she had him.
He said she had his everything; she wanted it too.
“I’ve never been so scared,” she admitted, a whisper, a hush, a broken statement said in cracking words. How crazy to think that when he was in danger, her soul reacted like she was too. “I couldn’t live without you.”
“Oh, please don’t say that,” he murmured, his lips near hers.
“Why? If it upsets you, it’ll motivate you not to die.”
Snickering, he leaned closer still. “But I already have all the motivation not to die right here.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s so.” And he kissed her like he had to prove it.