The question was why.
Laying his cheek against Cami’s head, he swore to himself he’d find out why. Because he couldn’t risk this, he couldn’t risk his soul by losing this woman.
If he lost Cami, then he would lose everything he was and he would lose the only reason he had to fight another day.
“I love you, kitten,” he whispered against her hair, his eyes clenching closed, his hand stroking down her back as his arms held her close.
She was his.
And in the darkest hours of midnight, when sin was in the eye of the beholder and secrets were guarded with the blood of others, Rafe knew he would no longer be alone.