“I fell the first time I saw you. I’ve been falling ever since. I fear I love you, Severn,” Mikhail’s voice thickened and quivered. “Since you broke into my ranks and demanded to fight me like you could fight the world.” I fear I love you, Severn. The name was wrong, and the jab of guilt struck at his heart, but he refused to be imprisoned by it. He was Severn now, Mikhail’s lover. Fate had made it so. “I’ve only loved you since Tuesday…” Mikhail’s eyes widened hilariously, the big angel’s heart so fragile. “So, I have some catching up to do.”
