Page 235 of Never Fall for an Angel

After everything, she’s still the same soft, bright, shining light, eating away at the darkness that surrounds my heart.

Except now she’s also mine.

Mila stirs in the bed, blinking her eyes open to find me sitting in the chair in the corner of our room, a glass of whiskey in my hand.

After I fucked her, I cleaned her off in the shower and brought her to our bed, where I held her until she fell asleep. Then, I forced myself to finish getting everything ready for tomorrow. Now, it’s after three in the morning, and though I need to sleep, I find myself in the chair, watching.

Neither of us speaks when her soft gray eyes meet mine. Mila blinks at the room around her, looking at the darkened window behind her before her eyes find mine again.

“Come to bed,” she says sleepily.

Fuck.

I don’t move.

“I have somewhere to be tomorrow. I won’t be here when you wake up.”

Her eyes widen slightly, and realization crosses over her delicate features.

“Where?”

I shake my head. “That’s not important.”

She bolts up in bed, and the sheets slip down around her waist. My gaze slips over her, and I want nothing more than toclimb back into bed with her and spend the night worshiping her, but we need to talk.

“You’re going after him, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“Christ—”

My patience flares. “Mila, I need you to listen to me.”

Her mouth clamps shut at the sternness in my voice. Her cheeks flame and her thighs press together, and I resist chuckling at the need in her gaze.

“Our account information, the deed to the house, the titles to the cars . . .” She shakes her head, but I continue. “ . . . are all in the safe in my office. My will is in there, too.”

“I don’t want any of it.” Tears slip down her cheeks, and they burn in my veins.

“Mila, if something goes bad tomorrow, I need to know you’ll be taken care of. My share of the lodge goes to you. All of it goes to you.”

“None of it matters without you in it, though,” she snaps, and a vehement need rushes over me. “I’m our lady, and you’re my man, right? Let me come with you.”

“No.”

She jumps at the bite in my voice, defeat crossing her features.

I soften at the despair in her gaze but refuse to let her anywhere near this. “You need to stay here tomorrow. Understood?”

Slowly, she nods, and her eyes finally meet mine.

“I’m scared,” she breathes, and it feels like she’s punched me in the chest.

I stare at her for a beat, emotions swirling in my gut. Finally, I place my glass on the table beside me and stand, crossing the room back to our bed.

She lets me pull her into my arms and lay back against the pillows, crying softly against my chest.

This life we’ve built, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. The thought of leaving it behind tomorrow with no knowledge of whether I’ll ever return makes me sick to my stomach,

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