I’VE DREAMED OF this moment more times than I care to admit. But now that it’s happening—now that she’s really here—I’m afraid.
I don’t know what I’ll see reflected in those beautiful blue eyes. I deserve hatred for all that I’ve done, but I don’t think my heart can take it. However, I’m a masochist when I turn around slowly and see the woman who still holds my heart.
Willow Shaw stole my breath from the first moment I saw her, and now is no different. Her hair has grown longer from when I saw her last, and the atrocities she’s seen, the atrocities I introduced to her have hardened her innocence, but she’s still my дорогая. A fierce warrior with a benevolent heart.
Saint stands behind her—tall and brooding with the look of an angel but will happily rip out your soul. Those chartreuse-co
