Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4)

by Kerri Maniscalco

The world needed to be better. And if it wasn’t possible for it to be better, we, its inhabitants, needed to do better.

“Beyond life, beyond death. My love for thee is eternal.” “That’s beautiful. Was it in the letter?” “No. It’s how I feel about you.”

“Audrey Rose Wadsworth, love of my heart and soul, I long to spend forever with you by my side. If you’ll have me. Will you do me the tremendous honor of—” I wrapped my arms around his neck, our lips brushing as I whispered, “Yes. A million times over, Thomas Cresswell. I want to spend forever adventuring with you.”

“You are my heart, my soul, my equal. You see the light in me when I’m lost within darkness. When I’m cold and distant, you’re as warm as autumn sunshine, bathing me in your glow. If I am the night, then you are the stars lighting up my endless dark.” His voice broke, wrenching my heart. “My best friend, the absolute love of my life, now until forevermore, I call you my wife.”

“Beyond life, beyond death,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, “my love for thee is eternal, Audrey Rose Cresswell.”