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eliava quotes, from god of war.

She turns around, a flush spreading on her cheeks, her hair wind-kissed and her lips a dark shade of her favorite color. Broken beauty has always been the most haunting. The most enticing, too.

“Eli, stop it—” her words end in a gasp when I grab her by the waist and lift her entirely off the sand, then set her back down.

Maybe she needs to learn the hard way that she shouldn’t trust me. Not when I don’t trust me.

The charm radiating from her stabs my armor and slashes a crack that’s much more fatal than the previous ones.

My hand shoots up in her direction, but she darts away at the last second and a squeal rips from her throat as she runs along the beach. Her blonde strands fly with the breeze as the waves softly break on the shore. I’m hot on her heels in seconds.

“This is so breathtaking.” “Breathtaking indeed,” I say, my eyes focused on the soft slopes of her face.

“You fly eight hours to think in peace?” “If need be.” “And you brought me? Sure that’s a wise decision, Mr. King?” “Don’t make me regret it.” “No promises.” She smiles.

All of a sudden, she looks like a forgotten goddess. No. More of a fallen angel with broken wings. The need to snap them to pieces so she’ll never fly away throbs beneath my skin like a sick, constant urge.

“What’s your second happy memory?” “The day we got married.”

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“I love your dad.” “He’s married.” “And so am I. Get your head out of the gutter, bro.” “I’m not your bro. I’m your husband.” She rolls her eyes.

“You’d give me anything I want?” “Within reason.” “What’s unreasonable for you?” “You can’t have another man, drive a car, or ask for a divorce.” “Yikes. And here I thought I could find a lover and drive into the sunset in a convertible.”

I’m losing her. Again. She’s slipping between my fingers. Again. Her presence is diminishing. Fucking again. And yet I’m grabbing onto scraps of her consciousness, moments of her presence, and fighting the reality of her pending fall.

It’s impossible to deny how much I’m irrevocably in love with this man. The type of love that will break me fully this time.

“Don’t be sweet. I can’t take it.” “I’m anything but sweet. I’m a menace.” “That you are.” I palm his cheek.

“Should we go to a West End show later?” “You don’t even like the theater.” “But you do.” And to cheer me up, he’s willing to watch things he doesn’t like.

“Baby,” he says with a firm voice. “You need to tell me so I can remove the potential hazard.” “Everything is a potential hazard for me.” “Then I’ll remove everything.”

Eli, Uncle Aiden, and Papa are staring at me intently. “You okay?” my husband asks, his brow furrowed.

“Grandchildren, Cole.” Uncle Aiden grins wolfishly. “For your information, we’ll be sharing those.” “Many of them, too,” Eli says, caressing my waist. “My Ava wants at least three.”

Papa tugs me away from him and kisses the top of my head. “Are you divorcing him anytime soon, princess?” “Sorry to disappoint you.” Eli pulls me back to his side. “But we’ll be happily married for your lifetime and beyond, Uncle.”