Agnes
“Because I love you.”
The words hung in the air between us, simple and profound all at once. I stared up at Elijah, my mind struggling to process what I’d just heard.
He… loves me?
My heart seemed to expand in my chest, swelling with an unexpected emotion that I could barely contain. The fog from whatever Mason had drugged me with was still clearing, but Elijah’s words cut through it like sunlight through mist.
“You… love me?” I whispered, hardly daring to believe it. It had to have been a hallucination, a machination of the drug. I had to be dreaming.
But when I flexed my fingers into his biceps, I met nothing but solid muscle and fabric. When I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, he was still there, gazing down at me, although his face swam slightly
