“I don’t want to forget you,” she whispered, gripping his jacket. “I don’t want to leave you alone, not like that.”
The love for this woman, this slight, little woman who had touched him with her eyes and breathed magic in his world swelled within him, brimming, overflowing. He pressed a kiss to her trembling mouth, then kissed her cute nose ring that was one of his favorite things, a piece of silver on her.
“Little witch,” he kissed her softly. “You’ll leave me when the roots of roses on your grave…”
“Leave the roots of roses on yours,” she completed, having heard it multiple times over the course of the months, taking a deep breath.
“Who am I?” he prodded, knowing this back and forth always eased her mind when she got scared.
“My devil,” she murmured.
“And?”
“My madness.”
“And?”
“My mountain.”
“Good girl,” he gave her the praise he knew she loved, and watched her cheeks flush.
She pushed on her tiptoes, kissing him softly with her plum lipstick, making amusement course through him. He never understood her fascination of matching her lips to her clothes every day, but he loved tasting it, each one a surprise.
“What will we do now?” she asked, her violet eyes hypnotic. She had sorcery in those eyes, and he was bewitched, besotted, begone.
“Live,” he answered her, taking her out into a world that was nothing like the one they’d fallen in love in.
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“I spoke to Dr. Detta yesterday,” she told him as he took the papers out.
“Corvina,” he sighed, looking up at her, and she could see the want in his eyes even as he tried to resist.
“I love you, Mr. Deverell. And I love you for sacrificing what you did for me,” she whispered against his lips. “But it’s been too long. I’ve been good. You’ve been good. We’ve been good.”
“But-”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “That’s the legacy of the children we’ll have. I want to raise them there and show them the beauty of it.”
“There is also darkness, Corvina.”
“It’s time for us to go home, Vad,” she rubbed her thumb over his jaw. “Dark as it can be, it’s where we both found ourselves. We can make it better.”
He gave her a fierce look, his arm tightening around her, the tickets falling into her lap as he kissed her hard. Corvina smiled against his mouth.
The castle on the mountain awaited them.
Tomorrow, they would return to Verenmore once again.
Dr. Detta smiled. “She’s a very special girl, Mr. Deverell. You’re a lucky man.”
Didn’t he know it.
Vad walked out of the room and went to the end of the hallway, looking out at the sunshine and the cityscape.
Verenmore had been his home for so many years, his dream, his ambition, his passion for so long. He had to make a choice between returning to the place he loved and lose the girl who breathed magic in his life or stay with her and lose the place that had driven him for so long.
He stood for a long time, contemplating, trying to imagine his future without both.
He would rather miss Verenmore than miss her.
And fuck if he wouldn’t miss Verenmore.
Taking out his phone, one he kept but didn’t use at the castle, he called his accountant to get his finances set, and then called the Board, letting them know he wouldn’t be returning, ordering them to burn down that fucking tree.
Then he walked to the room where the love of his life was sleeping, watching her fighting in her head, battles he couldn’t fight for her. Some, his soft little crow had to fight for herself while he just sat by her side, letting her know she was never going to be alone again.
You got it all wrong, Ajax. I’m the one people would run away from, and he’s not. He’s the mountain I build my castle on.”
