The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair

by Ashlyn Drewek

He radiated warmth no matter what he was doing. And like the sun, he seemed to pull everyone around him into his orbit.

He was like a hummingbird, like the music he played was constantly at work inside his brain and his body couldn’t help itself.

I loved touching him, tasting him, making him feel pleasure after I’d inflicted so much pain. I couldn’t take any of that back, but I could give him this, if only for a moment.

Roan was the first good thing in my life and I wasn’t going to give him up.

“I’m not going anywhere, Solnyshko.” “Do I want to know what you just called me?” The sparkle was back in his eyes, my little sun once more. Hopefully the storm clouds were gone for good. Chuckling, I kissed his lips gently. “Probably not.”

There were no words to explain it, it was just a feeling I had, the need to be near him. The only thing I could liken it to was the feeling you got in the dead of winter, when sunlight washed over you and held the cold at bay. I didn’t want to go back to the cold now that I knew I could feel something else, something better.

“I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”

For me, Roan was the sun, the center of my universe, the thing that gave me life.