She wasn’t a target, not really. She was…his obsession. His thoughts were consumed by her, his every breath was taken for her, his entire body yearned for her. And yet, obsession didn’t seem the right word. This wasn’t merely a fixation. He wasn’t merely intrigued or lustful, this wasn’t merely a matter of wanting. He needed this female with every fiber of his being. She was his other half. It was frightening, but it was true. He’d go to any lengths to keep her safe, would sacrifice anything for her—and he’d do so gladly.
