"You will always be mine, flamma. My flamma. Names don't matter. They're clothes you can choose to wear one day and discard the next. You could be Lilith or Lily or Lina, Luna or Lyla, or completely nameless. It doesn't matter. What matters is who you are in your skin and bones. And all I see—" he held her hand, bringing it up to his lips "—is a woman who owns the world in her small, soft, sexy little hands and doesn't even know it."
