Page 151 of House of Ruin
She had given him an ultimatum of sorts. And she had hoped he would come to his senses and decide he couldn’t live without her.
Wasn’t that the ultimate dream every girl secretly harbored, even if they would never admit it out loud?
Alecto was no different.
“Okay. I don’t understand.”
Blaze dropped his head, his fingers playing with his belt buckle. “I’m sorry for being so angry. I’m sorry for saying what I said. I meant everything I said when I was in the police jail. I want you, all of you. I want you to be mine. And if you’ll have me still, after all this, I want to be yours.”
For a moment, Alecto sat there without saying anything. But then she slowly climbed out of bed and went over to Blaze.
He turned to her, hesitant.
“I want to be yours,” she whispered.
Immediately, Blaze perked up.
“But we have to stop this,” she said. He nodded. “We have to stop the games and the lies and all the other shit. If we’re going to do this, we have to do it the right way. Without hurting each other.”
A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips.
“Only when it’s appropriate,” she said, smiling as well.
“Yes,” Blaze said. “I want that. I want to do this the right way.”
Alecto nodded.
She didn’t know if it was possible for them. But she was willing to try.
A silent whoosh, and then there was a smoldering piece of paper falling slowly as a feather into her open palm.
In the middle of it, scribbled in the same handwriting, lay another note:
even if
choosing you
was poisonous
I’d gladly
get poisoned daily.
—Yours
“It wasyouwho sent me these notes?”
Alecto couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Blaze nodded. His hands on her waist pulled her closer to his hard chest.
“I’d thought you’d put two and two together.” Blaze jerked his chin up towards his room. “The writer desk and all that.”
Of course. Alecto should have known. She should have realized when the way he looked at her had changed. But she was too consumed with her anger, too deep in her thirst for revenge to see clearly.
It had been easier to think it was Norse, anyway.
Blaze lifted her chin. They shared a breath, the very tips of their noses touching.
“I’d kill for you,” he whispered softly, his eyes roaming her face.
