Salem's Fall (Dark Seasons)

by Rektok Ross

“Convenient is the last thing you are,” he mocks, his laugh bitter and low. “You’re reckless. Headstrong. The most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.” He takes a step forward, gaze burning into mine. “And yet, no matter what I do—no matter how hard I try—I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

“If things were different… if we had more time...” he says softly, his voice barely audible over the chanting. “I would’ve given you the world.”

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, James,” he whispers. “You’re mine now. And I don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”