Vaughn
It is 8:00pm and my flashlight illuminates our section of the cave.
I'll be spending the night with JoJo, damning all the consequences that might be waiting for me at the palace tomorrow morning. To hell with whatever the queen has to say. But more importantly, to hell with whatever Bigail has to yammer about, because truthfully she has a lot to yammer about now.
This night is special and I won't miss it for anything else in the world. After over thirty minutes of consummating our bond, my mate and I now sit on a layer of blanket spread upon the cave's floor. It is on this blanket we plan on sleeping.
I pick up the bottle of wine I had brought, pull off its cork and hand it over to JoJo who squeezes its neck and drinks directly from its mouth. "Sweet," she says and wipes her lip
