Rafael's POV
She took a deep breath, her hazel eyes flickering with hesitation before she answered, "Of course. If I stop loving you, why would I be yours?"
"Because I'm yours."
My chest felt like it might burst when her eyes widened, blinking at me. She looked just like Vae had—wide-eyed, in awe—when I built her that doll palace in the annex.
Was this the kind of holy love she persisted in worshipping?
Was this how she felt about me?
Then she suddenly cupped my cheeks hard, pressing them as she shook my head.
"Is that an oath?" she asked, her cheeks flushed, barely holding back a smile. "Do you need blood to seal it?"
Her smile stretched wider, bright and full.
"No. I need this."
She pulled me in and sealed it with a deep kiss.
I was supposed to be the one devouring her like that. I'd been craving her for days. But she took it all for herself.
