“It kills me, bird, that I cannot promise you any of it. All I can promise you is myself – my love, my respect, my devotion – every day that we have together, and every day that exists beyond then.” Kane’s eyes gleamed. “In life, in death, my soul is yours. Arwen, will you be my wife?” My chest expanded. I could hardly breathe past the swell of it. “I love you,” I whispered. “Is that a yes?” he whispered back, roguish smile melting my heart. I nodded vigorously.”
