Now, that had been more like it. That had been more like the Aurora he had fallen in love with so man years ago. His fingers curled tighter into her hair as he pulled her closer to him. He knew, he knew he was supposed to be apologizing, but that tone of hers sent his brain to one place and one place only. "Yours," he growled back, lips moving across her neck and up over her cheek until his mouth lingered near her ear. "Yours."
He loved that fight in her, hated when he was the reason why she didn't have that fight in her. He was hers, he was. He knew that. She would know that. And, by Salazar, she was one hundred percent, completely his.