Dickson

“Yes,” I replied again before grabbing her shoulder, desperation making my grip tighter than intended.

“Please bear with me. After all this, I promise to build you a mansion, no, a palace. But for now, please stay with me.” My voice cracked with weakness I’d never shown anyone before.

“No!” she screamed, yanking my hand away with such force it staggered me. “I will never stay in a place like this.”

“Scar—” I tried again, reaching for ...