Page 121 of The Outrageously Wicked Ms. Green
“Always with the violence.”
“Always in love.” She smiled. He snorted and cocked a disbelieving brow.
She loved him. She loved this man beyond anything she ever thought possible. But in Shrouded Lake she learned that with him, within this place, nothing was impossible.
“I thought I knew what loving someone meant, but with you, Santiago Stillwater, I know what it means to be held, I know what it feels like to be at peace, the certainty that comes from knowing the strength of my spirit will never break yours?—”
“’Cause I’m not a littlebitch.”
“Nor are you modest. Water spirits...spirits of houses Moor, Freeman, and St. James, you’ve gifted me with your protector, your warrior, my Santi. And I haven’t come without my own offering. Soon one of the last surviving descendants of the Moors will return to their home, and the blood pact will be in place onceagain. I hope you find my gift as worthy as the gift you’ve given me.”
She locked her arms around Santi’s neck, and their legs brushed as they treaded water as one.
“I’m very glad I didn’t cave in your balls that first day.”
“Outcome wouldn’t be different even if you had,” Santi said, kissing her as they sank beneath the undulating waves of Shrouded Lake.
