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never hate you.” His breath fanned the hair on her head. William heard her sigh, then felt her slump against him, defeated.
    “I’m so sorry,” she cried against him.
    He held her as the tears began to fall. His only regret was that he was holding a shadow of her and not the true, human form.
    “Nothing to be sorry about.” He soothed her—or at least tried to.
    “If I hadn’t sent Sophie to the council, then I wouldn’t be here now and your father wouldn’t have been killed.”
    William tightened his hold. He didn’t want to hear those words. Words of guilt and regret. He wished with all his heart that when he woke up she would still be there, so he could show her how much he loved her.
    Katie had got under his skin. He needed her; craved her. He loved her. It seemed impossible but he knew it was true. A short time was all it had taken for him to become hooked. Katie was like an addiction he didn’t want to give up.
    This little witch had given him something to fight for.
    “If you hadn’t done all those things, you could have already been dead.” His heart hurt just from speaking the thought aloud.
    Katie sobbed harder in his arms. He held her as his heart broke.
    “Where are you, Katie? Where are they keeping you?” He asked the questions he would give his life to know the answers to.
    He was desperate, now. Having her in his arms had given him a new desire to find her and a new hope that he would.
    “I don’t know,” she screamed. “Find me, please, William. I can’t last much longer.”
    Taking her face between his hands, he stared at her.
    “Look at me, Katie. Don’t give up. I swear I’m coming for you. I’m going to find you and when I do I’ll kill the fucking bastard myself.” William made her stare at him, so she could see how serious and determined he was.
    “I’m dying, William,” she croaked, looking down at the ground.
    William tensed. With her white hair and the weight loss, he’d known she was close to losing the battle.
    Tilting her head up, without saying another word, he kissed her.
    Her lips were plump beneath his harder ones. She gasped, opening up, giving him access to her vulnerable mouth. He tasted her, absorbing her delicious scent and the delicate beauty that was his Katie.
    His witch—his woman—and no one was going to take her from him.
    She brought her arms up and held him. He loved having her arms around him and holding her. He wanted this in the real world. But he was thankful for the moments he had with her. Even though it was in a dream, at least she was in his arms.
    Their tongues danced together, tasting and touching. He moved past her lips, down her cheek, until he was laying kisses along her collarbone, inhaling her.
    It was torture knowing she was here yet not here—but it gave him hope. At least she was still alive.
    “Promise me you’ll fight, no matter what, you’ll hold on and you’ll wait for me. I’m coming for you, Katie. I promise.” His voice was fierce.
    She nodded, licking her lips.
    He groaned, a pulse of arousal making his dick harden, the response delighting him, as he’d given up hope of desiring anyone but Emma.
    “Do you promise, if I stay alive and fight, that when you find me you’ll take me to your house…and to your bed?” She gave him a saucy smile through her tears.
    William growled, giving her another fierce kiss.
    “Is that all you can think about, sex?” he asked, his voice teasing.
    “I’ve never had it, and now it’s like an obsession. I want to feel it with you. For you to be my first. Please, promise me,” she begged.
    “I promise that I’ll take you to bed, and more.”
    “More?”
    He nodded. “I’ll make you my wife.”
    Katie sucked in a breath, looking at him with wonder and, he hoped to God, with love.
    “Really?”
    “I promise. A real wedding.”
    She threw her arms round him, laughing, giggling and finally happy with life.
    William caught her head between his hands, the need to possess her