The knowledge that he would kill for me made the pit of my stomach blaze with passion. There was no doubt that I was already falling down the rabbit hole when I realized that my initial reaction to someone willing to kill for me was not fear and terror but lust and tenderness instead.
"It's fine." I smiled. "Besides, if she hadn't abandoned me at an orphanage, I wouldn't have met my adoptive parents."
"Tell me about them." He asked immediately, as if eager to finally get to the good parts of my childhood. I laughed.
"The orphanage wasn't so bad. At least they showed me more care than my mother did in seven years. When I was twelve, my adoptive parents, Walter and Amy Dane, finally adopted me. They could not have children of their own, which prompted them to go to an orphanage. I was luc
