His Dark Love

Previously

…“Yes, Diego,” I said, my voice clear and firm. “I’m with you.” A muscle in Diego’s jaw twitched. He offered me his arm, and I took it, ignoring Xander’s sputtering protests. As we walked away, leaving the suffocating atmosphere of the Rothwell dinner behind, I felt a strange sense of peace. The wall around my heart was gone. In its place was a fragile, nascent garden, ready to bloom. And I knew, with every fiber of my being, that it was Diego who had planted the seeds.