Page 141 of Misted

“And I love calling you that. I love the fiery hair, your temper, and these tiny freckles.” He runs his fingertips underneath my eyes.

“They disappeared!” I say in defence.

“They better not.” He nuzzles his nose in my hair, inhaling me. “Everything about you has been my obsession.”

I lean over and kiss his throat. “And you are mine.”

I try not to cry, but when the door barges open, announcing that our time is up. I can’t help it.

I’m torn away from Hawk’s arms.

He’ll be thrown into The Pit’s hell once again while I’ll be thrown out.

I have to believe that he’ll come back for me.