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266 pages, ebook
First published March 13, 2018






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Still holding on to Ian, I realized Kage’s attention was elsewhere, and I felt the relief Frodo and Sam must have experienced when the Eye moved off them, because I could breathe a bit more, even though I was still right there on the edge of hyperventilating.
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“Stop thinking I could ever leave you, all right, and I’ll stop thinking you’ll tell me to go.”
“You’re my husband, and I didn’t think that would ever be something I would want, and now it’s the only thing I do.”
I nodded, and he laughed softly against my back.
“All that goes ditto for you, huh, tough guy?”
“Hold me tighter, ’kay?”
And so he did.




"I've got you, I'll always be here...I'll always have you."

"I love my life."
"That's lucky cause you're stuck with it."
"And I love you."
"Same principle applies."
“You have to think about the whole picture, and if you do that, I’m gonna be all right.”
“Without a doubt,” he agreed. “I mean, have you ever known Kage to be wrong?”
And I thought about that for the first time that day, just about him, about my boss and how his mind worked.
“Sometimes instead of being all twisted up about something, you just gotta have a little faith.”
“Stop thinking I could ever leave you, all right, and I’ll stop thinking you’ll tell me to go.”
It was a powerful thing, taking for granted that the person you loved would simply be there through thick and thin, forever. It was faith and trust, neither of which I was any good at before Ian.
“That’s what our marriage is gonna be about, sticking it out because we love each other more than anything.”
I took a breath so I wouldn’t do something stupid to ruin the moment. Like cry.
“You’re my husband, and I didn’t think that would ever be something I would want, and now it’s the only thing I do.”
I nodded, and he laughed softly against my back.
“All that goes ditto for you, huh, tough guy?”
“Hold me tighter, ’kay?”
And so he did.
He breathed in deeply. “Leaving Chicago is so odd. I never thought I would.”
I nodded.
“I’m glad I was able to see you.”
“So am I,” I whispered, and I realized a part of me was happy because this, right here, was finally closure.
I was the one who saved him.
I was the one who visited him when he was locked up in Elgin.
I was the one who sat and listened for hours on end to his thoughts, to the why of what he’d done and became his witness—the voice in his head, he’d told me once—and eventually, after he saved my werewolf, a man I didn’t break out in cold sweats over anymore.
We weren’t friends, it wasn’t that, but we were… something. I’d have to figure out what at some point.
He was mine, my husband, my partner in all things, and the job didn’t matter, only life did, and for my life, there was Ian.
“You’re my husband, and I didn’t think that would ever be something I would want, and now it’s the only thing I do.”
“I don’t—this isn’t how I wanted—we’re supposed to be even,” I said, turning to look at him, into his eyes, so close, our noses almost bumping. “I saved
you, you saved me—how am I gonna pay you back?” I asked, my eyes filling.
“Next time,” he whispered, lifting his chin. “Come here.”
Without thought, I turned my head so his lips pressed to my cheek as he squeezed my hand, so tight for just a moment.
“Always knew you were mine,” he said, exhaling.
It made no sense to cry. He was not a good man. He was, in fact, a monster. But somewhere between him shoving a kitchen knife into my side and taking a rib from me, and telling me that, no, my dog was not dead… he had become my monster. We were not what we once were, and in the end, he took a pair of bullets meant for me and saved my life.
“You don’t belong to Craig Hartley, you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I know you’re hurt, but I won’t allow you to be lost, you understand?”
“You belong to me. You’re mine, and no one and nothing comes between us, not ever.”