Bound By Blood And Vows.
“And I’d never ask you to explain it again. Not to me. I’ll see it in the way you come home after every step, in the way you look at me when the door’s shut. That’s all I need. That’s what’s real.”
Her eyes softened, but there was still that storm in them, still that bite of fear, of grief, of everything she’d endured. I slid my hand behind her neck, fingers threading through the strands of her hair, and pulled her gently toward me. “And when the day comes that you rip him down to rubble, I want to be the first one you come to. So I can look at you and say you did it, Ava Moretti.”
Her breath hitched.
“Or Ava whatever-you-feckin'-want,” I added, a crooked smile breaking through. “Name’s your
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