Chapter Twenty-Two
If I’d eaten anything in the last hours, I’d now be throwing it up into his lap. I feel like Thor’s hammer has just hit me in the gut. Runa? What the f**k?
“But you said…” I sound so weak.
“Whatever I said was true, and that is the problem. You bring out a passion in me that rages. It frees the beast I have been trying so hard to contain. As much as my heart aches at the things you say and do, for the energy always wanting to burst from you, for your smile, even for your foul tongue and the fact that you have to be tied to posts, it shrinks at the unnatural lusts—the sinful lusts—that you unleash in me.”
Sinful. He said sinful. I haven’t made him shake off his god at all!
“Maybe that is what you need?” I say, hardly able to get my words out, my throat so dry and con
