I didn’t have much going for me.
I was terrified of what I would have become if I allowed myself to let go.
I never wanted to test that theory until I met the man with raven hair. The man who would devour me whole if I let him.
And by the gods, I was tempted.
She had me under her spell as soon as I saw her. She had bewitched me as soon as I heard her sing. She was a siren and I was a ship about to crash.
I needed her, I needed to own her.
I needed to make her mine, regardless of the consequences. I wanted to catch the little siren in my net and keep her to myself forever.
And what I wanted I made sure I got.