Leo’s POV
She stood there, trembling beneath my fingers, her eyes wide, her lips parted like she wanted to say something—but she didn’t and Couldn’t.
And I didn’t need her to, I didn’t need words right now.
I needed her and I didn’t care that my body still ached from the blast or my head throbbed or that my stitches pulled with every breath. All I cared about was the fact that she was still here.
Mine and Alive, Defiant as ever.
I crushed my mouth to hers before she could say another f*****g word. Her gasp slipped into my throat, and I swallowed it whole, kissing her like I wanted to brand her soul. My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
“Leo,” she whispered against my lips, but I didn’t let her finish.
Her fingers gripped the fron
