She’d never had any assurances of tomorrow. Not as a kid. Not as a young woman. Tomorrow, for her, always had to take care of itself. But right here, with her Drummer Boy, she felt tomorrow like it was the answer to a prayer.

“Let’s go home,” she whispered against his lips.

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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

Jenika Snow

Chapter One

Galina

I was in love with a killer.

A Russian beast who reveled in death and destruction, who had blood on his hands even though he washed them clean.

He wasn’t my knight in shining armor, wouldn’t rescue me with an honorable swordfight to ask for my hand in marriage after the battle. He’d offer me his enemy’s still beating heart, blood dripping down his arm, while he stared at me with eyes as dark and cold as his soul.

He’d never promise me a happily ever after.

And I was okay with that. Because all I wanted was him.

Arlo maimed and tortured to keep me safe, killed men who would have used and abused me, beaten my body and tortured my soul. He’d cut off a man’s hand because he’d dared to touch me.

And I’d irrevocably, undeniably fallen for him in the darkest way possible, both of my arms open as I begged for more.

It had been six months since he’d taken me to Vegas to put to rest the last chapter of my life, to kill the men who were after me and wanted to use my body for monetary gain and recreational activity.

Twenty-six weeks since I had a hand in killing my father and no longer had to look over my shoulder and worry someone was chasing me with a gun in their hand and a smile on their face.

I didn’t ever have to worry about that again, because I had a monster of my own, one who the very devil himself feared.

And it had been one hundred and two days since I committed my life to the monster in my own story, the man I fell in love with, who’d die for me, kill for me… who made me so happy I hadn’t realized how miserable I was before him.