Book 15: A Granddaughter

Marianna

“I’m not rejecting you,” I rush out, clasping his hands. “Blake–”

He slides his hands from mine and steps back, an unreadable expression shadowing the planes of his face. “Are you–”

“Do you want me here? With you? Me and Skye? Is… is there something here for all of us, Blake, with you?”

His lips part, but no sound comes out. He looks shocked–that mask of indifference slipping just a touch.

“Can we have a life together?” I ask, my heart beginning to tremble.

“We–”

“Can you let me in, for real this time? Everything. I need–I have to see everything. You can’t hide anymore. I can’t be with just parts of you, Blake. I need it all. The good parts, the bad parts. The parts that scare you, that you think will scare me–”

The magic coating the room quakes–an alert, I surmise, that someone is coming.

Blake ignores it, his hands shaking slightly as he takes hold of my face and leans his forehead against mine.