The storm raged through Bimmerville like cannon fire. No one, not even Rav, knew where they were, and he wasn't about to tell him.
Tonight, his wife belonged to him.
Belle had landed in the swift stream of his life, and she'd stuck there like a solid rock. Everything else swirled past him, but like an anchor, his wife stayed, despite the danger he carried with him.
He needed her to stay forever, and for the first time in his life, he was willing to try anything to keep her forever.
Whatever that man had said about her being a dead person, he refused to take that into consideration, not when she was very much alive before him, not when he had come to cherish her more than he ever did his own heart, which to him was a big thing equal to love itself.
His heart had always been the biggest treasure of his life, and collecting hearts had always given him pleasure. But somehow, this little woman was all that, she was his biggest treasure, the one he planned to keep in a safe box.
