““I fuck everything up, Rynna, and the only thing I’ve got to offer you is my mess. I can’t do this.” Restraint rumbled in his chest, the sound so deep I felt it shake the ground beneath my feet. I gently cupped one side of his rugged face. “I’m not afraid.” It was a promise. An appeal. “You should be,” he grated. “Warned you, my shit doesn’t ever end well.” “Maybe that’s a chance I’m willing to take.””
