You have to understand. Gareth Blackwater was the broodiest, coldest, most untouchable man I’d ever met. Or so I’d thought. Now that I’d lifted that layer and stepped inside his private circle, a place he seemed not to allow anyone, I never wanted to leave. And when he granted me smiles like this one that struck me near mute, I wanted to kneel in front of him and do anything he asked. Or commanded. Preferably commanded, actually.
