I crossed my arms, magic sparking off my skin. All right, he didn't love me, but was it so awful to even hear that I loved him? Did he feel guilty about his lack of reciprocal feelings? "You're not the boss of me. I can say what I want."
Great start, idiot.
"I can't hear it if you're saying it like some kind of preemptive goodbye." He pulled me flush against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Say it tomorrow."
I'd shut down my magic before he could be injured. "Hmph. I might not want to say it tomorrow, you imperious bastard."
Ro flashed me his rock fuck grin, softening it into something so much more tender. "Say it tomorrow," he implored me softly. "When it's not goodbye. When it's a promise for the rest of our lives."
He didn't know that Lilith was growing stronger with each passing second, her siren croonings that my time of reckoning was coming, growing harder to ignore. My time was slipping away like grains in an hourglass.