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My mind is consumed by her. Pride swells within me for the human being standing before me, awe fills me at the depth of her love for the friend she lost, and beneath it all, there’s an undercurrent of possessive, consuming love that pumps my heart.
I’d burn down worlds to ensure nothing ever takes her from me.
After the moment with Luna, we find ourselves back in the car. My hand naturally finds its place on her warm thigh, and I press a kiss against her skin. As I begin to drive, I turn to her, my eyes locked on the road, but my words meant for her alone, “You’ll never be alone again, Zanae. I’m with you, always,Milaya.”
She looks at me, her eyes captivating, and smiles. “I know you will.”
My sweetLittle Nightmarehad a lot of work to do on herself to heal, and I promised her that I would fight for her.
A kiss seal that vow on her beautiful and delicate scarred wrist.
“I need you to survive and live.”
She smiles at me, and my heart turns into that altar dedicated to her existence, a place where my eyes open day and night to see her and witness life on her face.
“For you, I’ll fight.”
She’ll live for me, she’ll survive. And I’ll be here to marry that woman, have children with her and before all of that, give her that revenge she needs and demands.
For the first time in my life, I feel happy, loved, worthy—everything I lost and more.
Love has never been an easy concept to explain. But if it means feeling one’s heart beat in unison with your person, surviving to seize every moment of that person’s life—the smiles, the tears, the laughs, the pains, and the joys—of being willing to do anything to ensure that person’s safety at the expense of oneself, then love is not strong enough to describe what I feel for this woman.
She’s mine, the very essence of my existence.
We found adoration in vengeance and pain.
Light and warmth in cold darkness.
I found in my nemesis a love so strong that my heart synchronized with hers.
Nemesync.
Fuck, it actually sounds perfect to describe us, now that I think about it.
10.
Amber eyes.
She’s my heart, my unwavering devotion, my beautifulLittle Nightmare, myNemesync.
EPILOGUE
ZANAE
a few months later
Ihope the cake is good.
What if he hates it?
I was waiting for Elijah in the penthouse, a symphony of anticipation and excitement played in my veins, as I hid behind the door, anticipating his arrival.
In my hands, a cake with a symbolic candle shaped in a star.
Why do I want to cry?
It was his birthday today. The love of my life’s birthday.
