My words were guttural. Commanding. I was no longer capable of civility. “I don’t give a f**k what you’ve done or haven’t done in the past. I don’t care about your reputation or my lack of history. The only thing that matters is that I want you. Each time you’re in danger, it makes me insane with rage. When those Red Caps attacked you, I was ready to burn the whole damn island to the ground. You may be here for another man, but I’m here for you. f**k the cauldron and f**k my memories—all I want is to call you mine.” My eyes burned brightly as I presented what needed to be said. She could easily walk all over my flowery words, but she was too important to let slip away. I was man enough to express my feelings—my pride was an easy thing to risk if it meant claiming what was mine.
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