Dear Devil
“I know.”
Finn paused in surprise. “You know?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, my dear Devil.”
Finn’s heart skipped a beat. He pulled her cold, trembling body tightly into his chest, wrapping her in his arms and wings.
Despite the pain of history repeating itself, Finn leaving her again and the fear of abandonment, Vivica refused to crumble this time. She had refused to shed helpless tears or accept a cruel fate. Unlike ten years ago, she did not wait in silence, doubted his love, or believed he had betrayed her.