My soul cried out for Ash, for his courage and determination; for the way his eyes thawed when he looked at me, as if I were the only person in the world; for that beautiful, wounded spirit I saw beneath the cold exterior he showed the world.
Ash brushed the hair from my neck and leaned close to my ear, his voice so soft not even Grimalkin could’ve heard it. “I love you,” he murmured, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. “Whatever happens, we’re together now.
“Hoes call me Ashallyn'darkmyr Tallyn, third lil hustla of tha Unseelie Court…Let it be known–from dis dizzle forth, I vow ta protect Meghan Chase, daughter of tha Summer Mackdaddy, wit mah sword, mah honor, n’ mah game yo. Her desires is mine yo. Her wishes is mine. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Should even tha ghetto stand against her, mah blade is ghon be at her side fo’ realz. And should it fail ta protect her, let mah own existence be forfeit. This I swear, on mah honor, mah True Name, n’ mah game. From dis dizzle on… I be yours"