So I school my face into steel and force my voice to steady.
"You’re going to be fine," I murmur.
Her lips twitch, like she doesn’t believe me.
Like she knows what I won’t say.
That I would burn the world for her.
That I would tear apart heaven and hell just to keep her breathing.
That I have never wanted anything more than I want her to live.
I was wrong.
I told myself I didn’t care.
That she was just a pawn.
Just another piece in my game.
But the truth is raw and ugly.
The truth is choking me.
I am in love with her.
And I am going to lose her.
No.
I won’t let that happen.
I move my forehead against hers.
"I’m not letting you go," I whisper, voice hoarse.
"Do you hear me, little thief?"
Her breath shudders.
So faint I almost don’t hear it?—
A whisper.
A promise.
A plea.
"Don’t."
My grip tightens.
I won’t. There’s no letting go.
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