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409 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 15, 2025
He could ask for the stars on a string, and I’d scale the heavens to rope them. Even if I complained the whole time.


Defined muscles bunch and bulge beneath, glistening with sweat. And damn. I mean… damn. He looks as though he was carved straight from marble and impure thoughts.Bright blue eyes are framed behind a pair of glasses, sharp as a razor and angry as a hornet.
I watch his shoulders rise and fall, sleeping peacefully on his side of the barrier. Making as much racket as I can, I sit up, but the bastard sleeps on, oblivious. Mighty warrior, my ass.
“What about the times I say all those ugly things I don’t mean? When the glue holding me together fails, and these broken pieces fall apart all over again? It feels like I’m always hurting you, Ro… what happens when I do it again? When I push you away?” “Then I’ll just have to hold on a little tighter those days.”
“You have to be a pretty fucking stupid human to not realize how much I want you.” “You can’t call me names while you say sweet things.”
“The mark could disappear off my skin, the Fates could all go to hell, and I would still want you.”
“But I’m broken.” My cracked words are so quiet, they’re barely more than a breath. His fingernails drag against my scalp and make me shiver as he presses another gentle kiss to my lips. “Then I’ll hold you together until you’re not.”
“This? Us? This is our inevitability, but you are also my choice. I choose this… choose you. Would choose you a thousand times over.”
“I was alone for a long time, Ro.” “Yeah,” he mutters, dropping a kiss on my temple and pushing his nose into my hair, hugging me against him.
“But you’re not alone anymore.”
■ Stubborn human can’t decide whether he wants affection or is annoyed by it.
“What are you doing?” he demands, and I laugh at the irritation in his voice. My prickly little porcupine, with his quills out and ready for a fight.
■ “Humans should come with warning labels and care instructions,” I mutter as I trail behind him.
“What was that?”
“Absolutely nothing.” I don’t miss the glare he throws at me before marching into the house.