Verity had meant it as half-joke, but she could see where it was accurate, too. For all that her childhood had been the furthest from 'normal,' she'd been a child and could introduce him to those childish things he'd missed: sandwiches and cartoons and cereal that turned the milk colors.

Whimsy and fun. And at the same time, had dragged him into a squabbling mess of a family one silver bullet at a time.

"You're mine," she whispered into the kiss. "All mine."

She could share him, of course, but...hers.