“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head. When I ask you to marry me, there won’t be any choice but to say yes.” One of his hands cups my face, his thumb tenderly stroking my face. His dark eyes remain connected with mine so deeply I can feel our soul ties tighten. “Cut me, fight me—hell, you can even kill me—but don’t ever fucking leave me again. You are my soul, Jillian Hart.”
