Chapter Four: Little Lights
Chapter Four: Little Lights
Kate moved into the penthouse that night, wrapped in a blanket with her bunny.
Deamon built her a room of wonder.
Fairy lights. Plush carpets. A princess bed. Storybooks stacked high. Her smile returned. Mickal cried.
They became a strange family.
A damaged, delicate, dangerous kind of family.
Deamon was still possessive. Still intense. He didn’t like Mickal being outside too long. He checked in often. He kissed him like he owned him.
And maybe he did.
But it was the first time Mickal wanted to be owned.
Chapter 5 soon...
