He reaches for me, pulling me to him and holding me like I’ll fly away if he lets go.
“I do trust you.” I press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I trust you. And I love you. I always will.”
His breath hitches. I feel his fingers press into my sides.
“But I don’t trust Martin. I can’t. Not when he’s so desperate to get me back.” I breathe him in. This might be the last time I’ll ever hold him like this. Or the last time I ever smell his heady, intoxicating scent. “He’ll hurt Willow. I have to go back to him so she’ll be safe.”
“He’ll hurt you.” Demyen tightens his hold on me. “I won’t let that happen. I can’t.”
I swallow back my tears. “I’m her mother. It’s her or me, and it has to be me. It always has to be me.”
I don’t know what’s going through his head. But something shifts
