Page 62 of Captive Bride

“Okay, I’ll talk to you then,” he says, his words muffling as he lowers his mouth to my head.

I hear the beep of the ending call and wrap my arms around him, pulling him towards me to seal any space between us.

“Is everything okay?” he asks me.

I can only nod.

I have no idea what is or isn’t okay at this point.

Our worlds may erupt at any moment.

“Everything’s perfect,” I say, burying my face into his chest.

Sure, there’s fear and desperation, panic, and certainly the threat of death. Despite those things though, I truly mean what I say.

In this moment, everything is absolutely perfect.

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