“Stellan, you can’t.” The Demon would’ve killed him for touching me. The Demon had always had people who worshipped him. What if his reach was so long that even from prison, he could hurt anyone who dared to love me? “I can,” Stellan breathed against my lips. “Say you’re not mine, Delilah.” “I don’t want you to get hurt… that’s why I ran.” “I’d say my chances of not getting hurt went to zero the moment you walked into my life anyway.”
