“Marry me,” I whisper. Rayne smiles, crawling back over me so our eyes are level. “I already proposed, sweet girl. Or did I fuck you so good you forgot about the ring on your finger?” I giggle. “No, I mean I want to get married soon, like on the weekend. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to be your wife.” Rayne’s grin is so pure I almost can’t contemplate how this man has murdered so many people, and yet still look at me like I hung the moon. “Fuck yes.”
