"Jade, don't plead with him, don't beg a demon," Nathan Knight rose from the ground. "Don't go to him for anyone's sake. Even if I die once more, I don't want you to beg him."
Yulia O'Connell closed her eyes in pain, her grip on the man's shirt gradually tightening, she tiptoed to kiss the man beside her, pressing her lips firmly against his.
"Jade," Nathan Knight spoke, but was knocked down to the ground by a heavy punch, unable to fight back.
Cole O'Connell remained still because the depth of her kiss was not enough to stop him, nor enough to dissipate the anger in his chest.
Yulia O'Connell's kissing technique was inexperienced and lacking any skill. Over the years, Cole had always maintained control, although they'd kissed, it was only a few times, and he had never taught her how to kiss, merely enjoying her innocence.
"Yulia O'Connell"
The sound of Nathan's pained desperation was in her ears.
