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He squintsat me. “You don’t mind?”
“Kane, I’d love to see you play.”
“Yeah?” A smile curls his mouth. I’m struck with the urge to kiss him.
I don’t. “Yeah.”
“Why haven’t you?”
“Honestly?” I ask, and blush as I focus on my lap as Kane waits. “I’m afraid to go out too much until we’re—until we’re married.”
“Why?” His hand begins to draw lazy circles into the skin of my leg again.
“Because I don’t want him to find me and demand I come back to him. If—if I’m really bound to you—if I’m really yours—he can’t—” I can’t look at him as I whisper, “He can’t take me. Not even the Senator’s son is above that law.”
Kane doesn’t hesitate as he says, “I thought you wanted to wait until I’ve met your family before we tied the knot.”
“I do but…” I shrug.
“You want to get married, Sunshine, we can do it tomorrow.”
My eyes shoot to his. “What?”
I’m pretty sure I heard him wrong with the rush of blood that surges in my ears. He can’t be serious.Tomorrow?
“It’ll be a small thing. You, me, and a couple witnesses. We can do the whole big thing later, but we’ll be married. Legally, you will be mine.”
I consider. “Mama’s going to kill me.”
Kane just keeps studying me. “She’ll forgive you. Love makes people do crazy things all the time.”
I laugh. “If anything sells this fake love, it’ll be me marrying you without my family present. They—they’re important to me.”
He rolls his lips at the mention of this fake love but agrees with a nod. “I’ll arrange it first thing.” He gives a low chuff of a chuckle. “Your mom won’t be the only one who’s pissed.”
“Well, at least we’ll suffer their wrath together.”
With that, we sit back to watch more ofThe Witcher. Only, I’m not thinking about the show. I’m not seeing the man I’ve crushed on since earlySuperman. I’m thinking about the fact that tomorrow I’ll be married to Kane Volkov.
I’ll be a married woman.
twenty
Kane
My feet hit the floor before I’ve even fully woken. The shrill sound of her scream, the bone rattling terror in it, is enough to break glass. I don’t think I’ve been asleep for more than two hours, but I don’t stop to check my phone. I just run. I run from my room to hers, bursting through her door just as the scream cuts off and she sits up in her bed, hands out as though she’s ready to fight, eyes wild—her face streaked with tears.
“Kane,” she rasps my name, her fingers curling into fists in the sheets before she claws them to her chest. “I’m—I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“S’all good.” My pulse is drumming in my ears asshe watches me take a few hesitant steps into her room. “You don’t normally wake.”
Her brows furrow.
Fuck, I hadn’t meant to let that slip.
“Normally?” Her throat sounds raw. Tonight’s scream had been different. Tonight’s scream had been my own personal torture.
“Are you okay?” Angling my body to the door, I ask, “You need me to get you anything?”
