Page 84 of Come Fill Me

“I wasn’t going to kiss you,” she said, moving into his arms.

“No? That’s too bad.” He slung his arm around her waist, pulled her as close as he could, and captured her mouth, plunging his tongue inside.

Liz’s knees bumped into his. She wrapped her arms around his middle and snuggled even closer. If she could have, Liz would have crawled inside of him.

He finished their kiss and swatted her butt. “Go on, get inside.”

She didn’t. “Carreon has more men than the ones who fought tonight. More than you can imagine.”

“So? My people will continue to fight them. We’ll win. Tellme you believe that.”

She touched the side of his mouth. “I worry about you.”

“Carreon won’t defeat me. Not with you at my side to bring me back.”

“Don’t say that,” she cried. “I don’t want to have to reanimate you.”

“You think I do?”

Liz sighed. “What about Jacob?”

“He was hit, not killed. Once we’re back, you’ll heal him, and he’ll be as good as new.”

“I’m talking about him wanting you to share me.”

Zeke’s expression changed. His shoulders sagged. “He’ll have to understand you’re mine, only mine. Now get in.”

This time, he pushed her inside and slammed the door. Seconds later, he drove them toward his stronghold, using a different route than she had.

Once Liz made certain her father was all right, she didn’t speak. Nor did Zeke. The path he took was indistinct in the moonlight, her future and his unknown and dangerous.

She wouldn’t have had it any other way. Resting her palm on his thigh, she knew only one thing—they’d face tomorrow together.