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401 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 13, 2024
Iskander gave a small shake of his head. "I stopped you because I did not want you to get hurt." A wry smile formed on Rhyme's lips. "Staying alive means getting hurt."
"Thank you, though." Iskander held his gaze. "For what?" "For offering. For giving me a choice." Rhyme smiled weakly, and Iskander's chest ached.
Iskander's gaze fixed on him. "I quite enjoy the fantasy of stabbing the people who hurt you myself." "Oh." Rhyme blushed as if Iskander had just said something romantic.
"What's so funny?" Iskander asked, clearly picking up on the shift in his expression. "Nothing." Rhyme smiled at him. "Just never thought I'd see you on your knees." Without hesitation, Iskander took Rhyme's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed his knuckles. "I would kneel for you any day."
Iskander understood, though, all the things Rhyme didn't manage to say. A tragic ending was still better than endless tragedy.
Rhyme held his gaze, searching for the lie. Searching for the manipulation that vampires were so famous for. But all he saw in the depths of Iskander's eyes was sincerity, honesty, and… love. And if that was fake, Rhyme didn't care to know the truth.
"I know finding your mate is a big deal to a vampire, but sometimes you guys forget that it's a big deal to the mate in question too. Rhyme may be mortal, but I promise you, he knows that he belongs to Iskander just as surely as if he had magic in his veins."
Rhyme opened his eyes and turned his head. The vampire knelt by the side of the tub. The sight almost made Rhyme want to laugh. To think that a vampire would kneel by his side.
"What's so funny?" Iskander asked, clearly picking up on the shift in his expression.
"Nothing." Rhyme smiled at him. "Just never thought I'd see you on your knees."
Without hesitation, Iskander took Rhyme's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed his knuckles. "I would kneel for you any day."