“I vow to be yours, Haidyn. Forever.” I tell him. Anyone can sign a piece of paper. I want him to know that I’m in a hundred percent. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him, including my soul. A Lord demands nothing less. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. His thumb runs along my parted lips as a smile tugs at his mouth. “You vow to be mine, doll face.” “We vow,” we say in unison, and then his lips are back on mine, devouring me like the monster I thought he was.
