[The bargain he offers brings a sheen to her eyes as he kisses her. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks but she does nothing to push him away, letting her own tongue dance with his as he moves inside her mouth. She carries on rocking against his cock, settling into a rhythm in sync with the thundering of her heart.

As he reaches into her mind, she relives each moment. He used to smile at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Bright and cheerful despite the pointed teeth the gods had inflicted upon him. Now and again, he would run his fingers through her hair, making her cheeks flush under the weight of his attention.

When he kissed her hand upon seeing her again, she had dared to hope that the man she loved somehow still lived within the demon he's now become. Grant had always loved holding hands with her as they walked, feeling the way his gnarled fingers fit in the spaces between her own soft ones. In bed, he'd often kiss the back of her hand after they made love, a gentlemanly apology for sometimes being rough with her.]

I would have become anything that man needed me to be and I suspect he would have done the same for me. Would you even understand what that means? I was already yours, Grant. You chose to let me go.