His Sinner (Saint and Sinner Duet, #2)

by Harmony West

She screams out for me, not for a god. She may be my muse, but I am her deity.

“No. Even when death comes for me, I’m crawling from my grave to find you in the afterlife.”

“I don’t care if I need to convince you every day for the rest of our lives that I love you. I will do so with my dying breath.”

“You’re my everything. If I don’t have you, I’m nothing. I said I’d give you anything you want. If you want my blood on your hands, you can spill it. If you want the light to leave my eyes, you can extinguish it.”

“Until death,” I vow. “And then, until I find you again in the afterlife.” Finally, my muse utters the sweetest words. “I do.”