Those words hit the depths of her soul—depths she thought it was impossible for anyone to reach. For a moment, she felt foolish to believe she was indeed loved by someone: a stranger, an alien, a vampire king from another realm she had no knowledge of.
His words filled her, like a cold balm soothing her injured soul. It was exactly what she needed to hear at that moment: that she mattered, that she was worth more than someone would use solely for pleasure—someone who would swear to the heavens and the earth to take absolute care of her until the end of her mortal existence. Maybe this was the kind of rebirth her card had been talking about.
She would receive all the love and affection she had been starved of since the day she opened her eyes to this world—from a complete, beautiful stranger in the likeness of a god. She clung to that god, desperate not to let him go or disappear from her life until she was loved properly and discovered her worth and the meaning of her existence.
