Chapter 275

  I turn in his arms and throw myself around him taking comfort from the person I need most in the world. I still ache, I’m still grieving for what he’s done but I need to be here with him if I’m to heal. The wracking pain from being away from him is more unbearable than facing the pain of what he’s done to us. It’s crazy and messed-up; maybe it makes me weak but it’s the only way I can function.

  “I don’t want to leave,” I whimper, with my head buried in his neck.

  “No one is making you go, Emma, in fact, they’re going to have to fight me to the death to try to get you out of my arms. I won’t let you go.” The hoarseness in his voice betrays his emotion, close to breaking down, yet with a hint of stubborn Carrero.

  “I want to come home.” I sniff, quietly, my heart wrenching through my chest, painfully.

  “I want you home. I need you home.” He presses his mouth to my forehead and inhales me heavily.