Yes, yes. Every word Damian uttered made sense in Iseul heart. It didn’t matter that his body felt weak, that his legs were boneless and he could only stay upright thanks to the tree behind him and Damian pressed against him. It didn’t matter that his mind still felt foggy, that he was drunk on his desire. He knew with all the certainty that the sun would rise, that the moon would wax and wane, that he wanted to spend his eternity with Damian. Loving Damian, not locked in some silly battle of wills.

One arm slipped from the vampire’s shoulders so Iseul could trace the curve of his cheek. His skin felt warmer now, perhaps a combination of the fresh blood and exertion? Iseul couldn’t know. Some of the haze cleared from Iseul’s eyes and his focus sharpened before he nodded.

“Always, my unholy angel.”