“I do not need flowery words. Your love is all I need. ’Tis all I want. You truly are a gift from God to me, husband. You are my own personal angel, a savior sent for me to love.” Aulay closed his eyes again, savoring the words. He’d never thought to have a woman feel that way about him, not since he’d been scarred so horribly. But his sweet Jetta did. She might think him her savior, but the truth was Jetta was his savior. She’d saved him from a long, lonely, and no doubt bitter life thinking of himself as a monster too ugly to be loved by any but his siblings.
