“Because I would’ve slaughtered the world!” He surges up tall. His palms slam against the glass on either side of my head. “Is that what you want to hear? That seeing that Serb mudak’s hands on you made me want to peel my own skin off? That I spent six hours parked outside your building last night because I couldn’t f*****g breathe until I was sure I saw your shadow move behind the blinds?”
His pupils swallow the last bits of blue left in him. “You asked me why I stopped kissing you in the car,” he rasps. “It’s because I knew. One taste, and I’d need another. Then another. Until you weren’t just a means to an alliance—you were the f*****g air.”
“So need me then, Sasha.” My knuckles graze his split, scabbing knuckles. The site of the new scars he’ll soon bear as the price for keeping me s
