Because I will never betray him,I thought but dared not say out loud.
“I will let you see him one last time. But I want those weapons you’re carrying. All of them.”
I bent and unstrapped the revolver and knife I’d attached to my leg.
“His father was a good man. I cared for him deeply, and it hurt me to kill him, but the Castellos deserved their rightful place in this town. We have been second to them for too long.”
A guard appeared, and I stood, following him out of the room and down the corridor. When he opened the door, I didn’t care about what anyone thought or who was watching, I rushed to Arthur, wrapping my arms around him. His head had gashes on it, and blood was drying in his salt and pepper hair, yet he was still beautiful. I straddled him and held him close.
“I missed you, asshole.” Tears streamed down my face. I tipped his face up to look at me.
“I told you to fly, little bird.”
“Where would I go? There is no place I would rather be than with you.” I held his face in my hands and looked into his blue-black eyes, drowning in them now as I did every time.
“I love you so much, Arthur. You’ve got to fight,” I whispered. Leaning back slightly, I placed a hand on my belly. “For us.” I quickly moved my hand away so anyone watching wouldn’t notice.
His eyes held mine, disbelief, hunger, and desire burning in them. “For you.”
I held him close again, slipping a razor blade I’d hidden in my mouthinto his hands. I kissed his cheek and stood.
“Goodbye, Arthur,” I whispered, knowing that I would see him again.
