The Devil's Wedding Ring
"I want you... Tonight..."
I continued whispering the words like a broken prayer, the scent of the dark alcohol still clinging to my breath. I felt the sudden shift of gravity as Cillian’s grip tightened. He didn't say a word to Sterling, didn't give him the satisfaction of a final blow. Instead, he swept me into the air, his arms wrapping around me with a desperate, crushing strength. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, the world outside The Vault blurring into a smear of city lights and cold wind. I didn't remember the car ride. I didn't remember the gates of the mansion opening. I only remembered the steady, frantic thrum of his heart against my ear before I fell into a deep, dre