“But who needed light when soaring on the Angel of Death’s wings? “You don’t have to say anything. He kissed to my throat. “I know it’s a lot. And, to be honest, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to feel this way no matter if you tell me to go to hell or that you love me or that you need time to think – or any of those things. Nothing will change what I know is true. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. I just had to find you.”
