The tension between them was so fierce, their desire for one another so strong it was almost tangible, curling around them like a thick blanket.
Ingrid broke away first, her breath ragged as she stared at him, her lips tingling. "T—This doesn't change anything," she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.
"It changes everything," Rage said, his voice a low rumble. "I'd rather die a thousand deaths than let them take you. If this world demands a sacrifice, then let it take me."
Her heart twisted painfully at his words, her defenses crumbling. She wanted to argue, to push him away and tell him he was being reckless, but the fire in his eyes left her speechless.
Rage leaned his forehead against hers, his voice softening. "I'll kill anyone, even the gods themselves if that's what it takes to keep you safe."
