Katrina
Leo whipped his head back to stare at me. “You don’t have to.” His tone was a mix of emotions.
I held up my hand. “I want to, unless you’ve changed your mind.” I raised a brow, but the vulnerability, the depth of my statement, threatened to unravel me.
He swallowed, and I held my breath. “Never.” His stormy eyes held mine. He rose and walked before me. “But, I don’t want you to do this because you feel like you have to.” I don’t want you to ever make these decisions because of your bastard uncle.” His lips thinned.
“I’m not,” I swore. “I want to be with you, by your side. For whatever comes during the conference and everything that will happen after… Forever.”
“Forever,” he repeated, as if tasting the word for the first time.
Jude seemed as if he would burst with excitemen
