“You know,” he said quietly. “I never meant for any of this to happen. You were just a poor, lonely girl. I didn’t choose this, didn’t choose you.” “Then stop this. Whatever it is between us, stop it. Now,” I whispered, peering up at his cold, beautiful face. He cupped my face. “Don’t you think I would if I could?” His lips brushed mine. “But I can’t. I won’t. You are mine, and I will protect, you no matter the price.”
