I was then thrown into sudden darkness once again before another clip of memories started to play. A woman with hair like fire and emerald green eyes… it was almost as if she was looking at an older version of Layla. The woman was wrapped in the arms of a buff man with golden blonde hair.
His eyes were the same forest green color as mine, and his eyes held nothing but happiness and love for the woman in his arms. He looks at her like my mates look at me. “Satan.” The woman giggled. “I can’t move with you clinging to me like this.” She whined. The man, Satan, let out a low chuckle. “But baby, why would you want to leave my arms when you fit in them so well?” He purred into her ear.
I see her blush and shiver at his touch. I laugh to myself even though I look away for a bit. However, I am
