The night I saved her eight years ago I knew a choice had been made.
Years later and I can’t manage to let her go.
She’s barely eighteen, virginal, and kind.
Touching her would be a sin, but letting another man have her would destroy me.
Every time I close my eyes I see her, standing there, she’s afraid of me, afraid because of that fateful night… she doesn’t know the lengths I’ll go to protect her. The blood spilled, the words said.
Nothing deters my obsession… it’s wrong, immoral, to follow her, and watch her at every turn but I can’t help myself.
Her safety, her life. It’s the only thing of importance to me.
When an enemy lurking in the shadows challenges that I’ll do whatever I can to protect her, even turn my back on the only family I have to save her.