Ambrose spins me to face him. I know I’d do anything for him. I’d fight for him, protect him, kill for him. I wasn’t going anywhere, and he somehow knew it before I did.
When did this happen to me? He looks at me like he can see straight through to my soul. And I swear I can see the same in him. I can see his strength, his kindness, his beauty.
He’s the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and I can’t keep fighting our fates pulling us together until there’s nowhere else to go. I am in love with him.
And I think I have been for a long time.
Ambrose reaches up, placing his hand on the back of my neck as he looks at me. He doesn’t say anything.
Then he dips his head to meet mine, kissing me lightly. I kiss him back, breathing him in like I need him to survive. He deepens the contact, our tongues clashing.
For this moment, we aren’t a king and an assassin. We aren’t people who have a rebellion to face, or a kingdom to run. We aren’t even Alpha and his mate.