Fated

"My mother used to say angels watch over us," he murmured, playing with the pendant between his fingers. "But I don’t think angels come here. So… I’ll be your angel instead. I’ll keep you safe." My chest tightened, something warm breaking through the fear. I had been so alone. So terrified. But now, here he was—this boy with sad blue eyes and gentle hands—telling me I wasn’t alone anymore. I held onto that. "Mine," he growled against my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. "Say it." "Yours," I gasped, my body shattering around him, pleasure crashing over me in waves.