~ JOHN-PAUL ~
As they sank together in an embrace, he had to keep fighting off the images of that demon, laughing at his pride—until Lark filled his mind with an image of him as she saw him.
In her mind he stood over her, close so he had to tip his chin down to meet her eyes. The sky and sun behind him, filtering through his hair, but his eyes were locked on hers. And he was smiling.
His shoulders looked massive, broad and strong. And his physical presence in front of her felt like a wall, a buffer between her and the world.
He smiled and reached down to lift her effortlessly, and when he had her up and against his chest, she sank in because it was the safest place she knew to be. He felt it then, the light she saw in him, the love she saw in his eyes—for her, for his family, for his c
