Ravić grabbed my chin and kissed me hard, his lips pressing so fiercely on mine, I feel being slightly lifted off the ground. It wasn't just a goodbye. It was a claim, a promise and a plea not to leave him, all at once.
I pushed gently at his chest, breathless, painfully aware of Angelo clearing his throat by the driver's side, pretending to study the silver paint on his car.
"Stay safe, my love," Ravić whispered against my lips, his crimson eyes softening as they lingered on me, as though he couldn't bear to let me go.
"I'll be back before you know it," I whispered, lips extending into a small smile.
"You better," he said, voice low but steady, before flicking his gaze at Angelo. "Take care of her, bring her back to me and don't you dare..."
Angelo rolled his eyes, muttering, "In case you've forgotten, Your Majesty, I already have a wife."
"Then you'd do well to remember that, asshole, because your wife also happens to be my sister."
