Dirge hovered over me on his forearms so he was holding his own weight.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His words were low, his touch reverent as he ran his fingertips along my clavicle, along the collar of the soaking shirt plastered to my skin. “How did I get so lucky? Goddess knows I don’t deserve you.”
“Goddess knows we’re meant to be and that you’re perfect for me,” I said, correcting him gently. He was never going to stop kicking himself for going to the Fetya if I didn’t make him. One mistake, one that he saw as a weakness, and it was enough to condemn him as flawed to himself forever. But I didn’t see it that way. “Three hundred years is a long, long time to be alone. I don’t fault you for wondering, and I don’t fault you for what happened with that assassin.”
