My soul ventured out into the sunlight as Ryker held my gaze and warned me of forever. I nodded. "As long as we end up in hell together, then I can handle your darkness." I laid a palm to his cheek. "I promise."
He turned his lips to my palm, pressed a kiss to the center. "Then the rest will come." He walked down the hallway to my front door. His driver was standing there, a soft smile on his face.
"Thank you for driving us," I said as Ryker carried me through the door.
"My pleasure, Ms. Chase."
"Call me Willow, please. I'm not as stuffy as some people." I flicked my gaze at Ryker's head.
The driver's lips twitched. "And I'm Baxter, Willow." He dipped his graying head.
I smiled at him.
"You might as well stick around for a bit, Baxter. I need to get some food ordered. If you coul
