Scarred Devotion

Tessa's voice lingered in the air, wrapping around them.

Vance's face turned pale. “Don’t talk like that—about dying or crawling back. If you’re gonna go, it better be when we’re old and gray, kicking the bucket together.”

She blinked, a small smile tugging at her lips. 'Is he actually worried something bad might really happen to me?'

“Deal. We’ll grow old together, side by side,” she said.