Lukas sighs and sets down a half-eaten piece of toast. His gaze is aimed out of the window, but I get the feeling he’s not seeing that at all. He looks at me before he finally speaks.
He pulls my hand into his lap. “I looked across the room and saw you watching me. And I knew… I knew, that if I fought Kir, I’d win. There was never any doubt about that. But I couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. And to me, that risk wasn’t worth the reward. I said to him what I meant: He can have the company. Just so long as I get you.”
Oh, this smooth-talking son of a b***h.
Just when I thought I couldn’t melt anymore, he makes me gooey all over again.
I grab him, my two hands not enough to fully encircle his wrist, and drag him into bed with all my might. Toast crumbs go fly
