The sincerity and fire blazing in her eyes were enough to douse the anger Gavriel had felt earlier when imagining her doing the same to him.
How could he ever expect this to be acceptable to her when the mere thought of her running to another man churned such violent emotions within him, making him want to tear that imaginary man apart?
For the first time, Gavriel felt as though he were getting a taste of his own bitter medicine from a woman who had begun consuming his every thought without even trying.
He was already the most damned of all beings out there, yet for the first time in his long existence, he knew he would truly be a fallen…if he ever let this woman walk away from him.
Without breaking eye contact, his voice dropped so low it was barely a breath against the quiet room. "I will not let you go."
The words were far too soft for Aliana to catch clearly.
"Huh?" Aliana blinked at him, tilting her head. "What did you say?" she asked, wondering if she had misheard him.
