LOGINSophie’s POVThe words landed differently this time. He had said them before. I had answered with *I know*. I had been too scared, too sure I was dying, to give him more than that. Now the scans were clear. Now his mother was in the room with us, and his fear, and the way he had cried in my hands. Now I could say it.“I love you too,” I whispered. “I love you, Daemon.”He went still. For a second he just stared at me, like he had not expected to hear it. Then he kissed me hard.It was not careful. It was not gentle. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and shaking, one hand fisting in my hair, the other locking around my waist like he needed to hold the words in place. He kissed me like the first time I had ever said it, because it was. He kissed me like he had been waiting months to hear it and had just been handed the rest of his life.“Say it again,” he breathed against my mouth.“I love you.”He kissed me harder, deeper, groaning into it, still buried inside me, still holding me ag
Sophie’s POVHe kissed me again, hungry and careful at the same time, one hand in my hair, the other firm at my waist, holding me on the counter like he was afraid the kitchen might take me if he let go. The pan sat forgotten. The toast had gone cold. I did not care. I hooked my ankles behind him and pulled him closer, and he groaned into my mouth.He kept kissing me, deep and unhurried at first, then needier. His tongue slid against mine until I was breathing hard. Then his lips travelled to my jaw, to the soft place under my ear, and down to my neck. He kissed me there, open-mouthed, and I tipped my head back.“Daemon.”His name seemed to drive him crazy. His hands tightened on my waist. He bit lightly at my throat, then soothed it with his tongue.“I need to fuck you,” he said against my skin. “Right here. I need to be inside you. Tell me I can.”“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please. I want you.”He reached between us. I spread my thighs wider on the counter. He hooked his fingers into my
Sophie’s POVHe led me to the couch and waited until I was down before he went to the kitchen. I lasted a few minutes. The quiet left too much room. Derek’s voice was still in my ears. So was the doctor’s. I had walked into that building sure I was counting down, and I had walked out with a future I did not know how to hold. I got up and followed the sound of the pan.Ares had his sleeves rolled. Butter was melting, sweet and warm. He glanced over when he heard me, and something in his face softened.“That was not sitting,” he said.“I wanted to watch you.”“Then watch me from the chair.” He nodded at the stool, but he did not sound like he meant it. “If you hover, I’ll put you on the counter.”I almost smiled. I stayed in the doorway instead and watched him crack the eggs. The yolks held, bright and whole, then spread. I kept telling myself this was not a dream. The floor was cool. My arm still ached from the needle. I was not going to die. The words would not stay. They kept slippin
Sophie’s POVThe words hit the air and stayed there. People turned. One of the guards shifted to block him, but Derek kept going, his voice climbing.“You’re my wife,” he yelled. “You don’t get to run off with him and send me papers like I’m nothing. You ungrateful little slut. After everything my family gave you. After I put a roof over your head. This is what you do?”Ares did not answer him. He did not slow down. He led me to the car, opened the door, and helped me in. His hand was firm at my elbow. His face was calm in the way that meant he was not calm at all.Derek’s voice followed us all the way to the door.“You think he wants you?” he shouted. “He wants to take what’s mine. That’s all you are to him. Something to take.”Ares shut the door between me and the sound. For a second the world went quieter. Then he walked around the car, got in, and pulled away from the curb without looking back.I sat with my hands in my lap and stared at the papers I could still see in my mind, cr
Sophie’s POVI blinked.I blinked again, waiting for the room to change, waiting to wake up in the penthouse with Ares’s arm still around me. This had to be a dream. It did not feel like a dream. The chair was hard under me. Ares’s hand had gone tight around mine. The doctor’s watch made a small sound when he set his wrist on the desk.“What?” I said.The doctor turned one of the scans toward us. “There is no mass in your brain. There are no cancerous cells. Nothing on these images matches the diagnosis you were given.”I shook my head. “That’s impossible.”“I understand why it feels that way.”“No.” My voice rose. “I got the symptoms. I got blinding migraines for a long while, even before the diagnosis. I was dizzy. I went pale. I felt like my head was splitting open. A doctor told me I was dying.”Ares had gone
Sophie’s POVAres moved so fast I barely saw it.He stepped in front of me, his body between mine and the camera. One of his hands came back to my hip, holding me behind him. The other shot out and grabbed the camera. The man swore. Ares ripped it from his hands and smashed it on the ground. The lens cracked. Plastic scattered across the pavement. The sound was ugly and final.The woman stumbled back, eyes wide.“Stay away from us,” Ares said. His voice was low and cold. “If you come near her again, if you print her name again, if you put a camera in her face again, I will end whatever little career you think you have. Do you understand me?”She looked shocked. The man stared at the broken camera like he could not believe it was his. A piece of the lens lay near my shoe. I did not pick it up. I did not look at them again.Ares did not wait for an answer. He turned, wrapped an arm around my shoulder
Sophie’s POVThe force of it snapped my head to the side and knocked me completely off balance. My back hit the kitchen cabinet and then my legs gave way and I went down to the floor. The impact jarred through my whole body and the headache that had been sitting quietly behind my eyes exploded into
Sophie’s POVI stood there in the pouring rain without an umbrella, soaking wet within seconds, and I thought about everything that had happened today from the moment I woke up to this exact moment and I almost laughed. Almost. The sound that came out wasn't quite a laugh and wasn't quite a cry. It
Sophie’s POVI walked down the corridor and I already knew something was wrong before he opened his mouth. He came in carrying my file and set it on the desk carefully, like he was buying himself extra seconds. He sat down and folded his hands."How are you feeling Mrs. Callahan? The headaches. Hav
Sophie’s POVBecause that is what I was. That is what she was saying. After two years of living in this house, cooking the meals and keeping the rooms and shrinking myself down to nothing, I was the help.I pressed my lips together very hard. I picked up my plate. I pushed my chair back carefully s







