“Isla could feel Grim getting closer. When she opened her eyes, he was right in front of her.

“Heart,” he said steadily. The spikes on his shoulders made him look like a demon. His blood-slicked armor glimmered in the moonlight.

“If waging a war for one woman is a crime, then please do consider me a criminal.”

Closer.

“If killing thousands to keep you alive is wrong, then consider me a villain.”

She now had to tilt her head to see him clearly. He leaned down. His breath was hot against her mouth.

“If loving you this much is my downfall . . . then consider me already on my knees.”