The Wolf (Black Dagger Brotherhood: Prison Camp #2)(127)
“You say the sweetest things.” She moved back in against him, tilting into his body, and putting her arms around his neck. “Let’s face it, you need me.”
“No shit.” He lowered his mouth to hers. “I totally need you, Rio, and I love you—I don’t understand how you feel this way, too. And honestly, you don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“When do we ever?” She stroked his hair back. “Life is a series of unexpected surprises, some good, some bad . . . some life-changing, whether we know it at the time or not. And that night I met you under the fire escape? My life was destined to change—and now, if you’re not in it, it’s empty. Give me a future, Luke, it’s what this survivor needs.”
“Well, how can I argue with that?”
They kissed deeply, tenderly. And when they finally pulled apart, she knew, without a doubt, that she had found the man of her dreams.
Wolf.
Wolven. And vampire. Whatever, like those details mattered.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go back to Walters and fuck some shit up.”
Rio laughed out loud as he led her over to the Monte Carlo, where, like a gentleman, he held her door open for her, and helped her into her seat. When he came around and got behind the wheel, they linked their hands and held on.
“Back to Walters,” she ordered.
With that command, they were off into the night, on a quest of justice and liberation.
And true love.
With so many thanks to the readers of the Black Dagger Brotherhood books! This has been, and continues to be, a long, marvelous, exciting journey, and I can’t wait to see what happens next in this world we all love. I’d also like to thank Meg Ruley, Rebecca Scherer and everyone at JRA, and Hannah Braaten, Andrew Nguyen, Jennifer Bergstrom, Jennifer Long, and the entire family at Gallery Books and Simon & Schuster.
To Team Waud, I love you all. Truly. And as always, everything I do is with love to, and adoration for, both my family of origin and of adoption.
Oh, and with all my gratitude to Naamah, my Writer Dog II, who works as hard as I do on my books, and to the Archiball!