“It has nothing to do with any deity, Emmeline. It’s because I have loved you since the moment you nearly ran me through with that little silver knife of yours that night. Because I saw your spirit in those woods before I ever heard your voice. Your soul recognized mine before we ever spoke.” He brushed a soft kiss to her lips. “And I am forever bound to you. My body,” he pressed a kiss to her hairline. “My blood.” A kiss to her nose. “My very soul is yours for as long as you’ll have it.”
