She flinched. But I didn’t let go.
My heart shattered and breath caught. It was my fault, and I was going to fix it.
She raised her head, looked straight in my eyes, her lip caught between her teeth, and for a second I saw it—raw, unguarded pain.
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Are you... afraid of me? Scared *by* me?"
Goddess what did I do?!
I looked into her eyes. Not glowing, not divine in that moment—just Kat. My stubborn, fierce, sarcastic, brave-as-hell girl. The woman who’d turned one of the most powerful dark witches the world had ever seen into ashes and disappear in the wind. The woman able to take souls back from the underworld. The woman able to make my life happy, my future bright.
"No," I whispered, holding her gaze. "I love you more than my life, Kitten. I’m not scare
