Oberon
Willow was in my arms, although not the way I had imagined.
I suspected this moment between us would be far more important than anything else we did, clothed or not.
I activated the lights, just enough so she could see me, know she wasn’t alone in the dark. Not anymore.
If I survived the mission to free Amalia? Never again. She would never be alone again. I had yet to choose a second, but a few minutes with Willow and the warriors would be lining up, begging me to accept them.
Willow had suffered enough uncertainty. Perhaps I would gather sufficiently powerful warriors and allow her to choose.
“Tell you what?” So much depth behind her question. If I said the wrong thing, she would keep her secrets, try to protect me from her pain.
“Everything.” Every. f*****g. Thing. I wanted
