She could be mine. All of her. Every single inch that I would covet as mine and no one else’s. I could make sure of it—I would make sure of it. I never had another person belong to me so fucking wholly. She would be the first. The only. I would make her want me. Love me. Need me. How unfortunate for Lia Whitlock to have visited her childhood home tonight, of all nights. How unfortunate for her to have crossed my path.
