The Fire That Chose Me
she said simply.
He closed his eyes, as though the words were both a balm and a wound. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Aiden Wolfe,” she whispered, with every ounce of certainty she had.
His hands tightened around her, anchoring himself to her words. For a moment, it seemed as though nothing else existed. But then, almost reluctantly, he pulled back just enough to look at her. His gaze was soft, yet shadowed.
“They’ll come for us, Eve,” he said quietly. “Sooner than we think. I can feel it.”