58. How Bad Would it Be if I Took Revenge?
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Ragna
The hunters continued to drive the large cargo truck. It was twice my size and perhaps quadruple my mate in height. I saw her climb the thing like a mountain as if she was hanging on for dear life, and Dimor was about to help her up until I stepped in front of him and pushed her in.
“Don’t touch her.” I glowered at the young male.
He nodded with raised brows. “Sheesh, all yours.” Then he m
