A Soul to Embrace: Duskwalker Brides: Book Eight

by Opal Reyne

Hehe! she giggled in her mind. He touched me! Okay, maybe only her face, but it was so utterly satisfying that she didn’t care it was so meagre.

“We spoke of you,” she stated quietly. Shit. This conversation wasn’t going how he wanted.

“Oh wow, that looks wonderful on you,” Goldie complimented, her hands quietly clapping in front of her, but Zylah didn’t trust her. Zylah turned to the mirror, and twisted one way and the other to see what it looked like. Maybe Goldie wasn’t lying, as she did rather like it. She spun to Jabez with her arms open at her sides. “I like it,” he offered, giving her a small smile. “It suits you, and it looks like you’re comfortable.” I liked Goldie’s compliment better, Zylah grumbled,

He gave up his goal, his idea, his revenge, and even... his sense of self. He essentially tore himself to pieces until all that remained was his obsession, infatuation, and tenderness for her. Until all that remained of him were the parts that were connected to her, and he was unwilling to let her go or see her be harmed through his actions.

He may not be perfect, but he would try for her.