Carnal venom. Leaning forward, palms flat on the desk on either side of her head as I peer into her red eyes, I let the words from my mind and heart flow from my lips without caution. Slam. “You’re mine.” Slam. “In sickness and in health. Slam. “Rich or poor.” Slam. “Till death do us part.” Slam. “I’m yours, Rhea.” Slam. “My air. My blood. My everything.” Slam. My words almost slur as I keep my gaze fixed on hers, watching them widen with each and every declaration, only for her to nod frantically in agreement. “Always, Khaos. Always,”
