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I blink. My eyes glide up from her to Killian’s darker ones.
Love.
Our hearts expand. His and mine alike. It’s a weird fucking feeling. To love Amara. To be loved by her.
The best one ever.
The woman’s courage fuels mine. “I do too. Love you. Both of you.”
Not a part of me resents him for not showing Amara and me tenderness before we hooked up. Everything happened as it should. His ice-cold demeanor had shaped me into the man I am today. A warm, coddling approach would’ve destroyed me.
Thanks to Killian, I’ve learned to direct my violent tendencies.
I’m grateful. But I don’t need his guidance anymore. I need his goddamn heart.
We eye Killian expectantly. Struggling. Human. There’s no way he’s getting out of here without saying those words, though.
“Well, what do you think?” he grumbles.
“He’s so cute when he’s grumpy, isn’t he?” Amara whispers through tears.
The last person who referred to Killian as cute is no longer among the living. She’ll find out, in the very near future, exactly what we did to him. If she’s okay with us running a hotel for criminals—with us beating people to a pulp when it’s needed—then she’ll definitely like hearing about that.
“Yeah, he is.” I chuckle, though it’s hard with their weight on me. “Care bear is kinda cute.”
“I love you.” His grim tone does a shit job to hide his feelings. Warm and freaking fuzzy. “I love you, Carter. I love you, Amara.”
He doesn’t wait for our response, only gets up, offering his hand to her.
Amara doesn’t need his hand. She tears herself from me, flinging her naked body into Killian’s.
Her arms circle his neck, her hands pulling him to her. “Love, like love-love?”
I perch on my forearms slowly to stare at them.
“You’re pushing it, beautiful girl.” He picks her up in the air, cradling her to his chest. I can see he’s struggling. I can also see his warmth. Our version of it, anyway.
Watching them together has my heart slamming against my ribs. This isn’t jealousy. It’s straight-up protectiveness. Possessiveness so toxic that it paints my blood black.
Love.
A stark reminder that I’ll do anything and everything to keep these two with me. Unharmed. Alive.
Mine.
Always mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Killian
Three consecutive messages stir me from my dreamless sleep.
It’s the middle of the night, seeing how dark it is outside.
Dark, but not pitch black. The city’s lights permeate through the windows of our bedroom. Enough for me to steal another minute to watch the two people next to me before I turn to my phone.
Carter and Amara are so calm. At peace. He spoons her from behind, his arm hugging her torso possessively. His black hair is a mess. Her lips are swollen from the abuse of our harsh kisses.
