"If you love me as much as you say, then prove it."
Each word cut deeper than the blows of Gwyn’s W H I P. They left his flesh open and bleeding, burning wounds all over his body. Yet he prince WELCOMED the pain. He embraced the trembles, the pounding, the ache. It was sweet T O R T U R E and yet he nothing but joy over the fact that Mark was talking to him. Acknowlediging his feelings. Or was he? A voice in his head was mcoking him, calling him a FOOL for believing the words of a creature that was able to lie —— and twist words as splendidly as any Fae. Swallowing hard, the hunter B O W E D his head, dark strands playing around dazzling shapr features like waves on the shore. ❛ If THIS is the prove you ask for. ❜ Even his casual demeanor could not hide the PAIN in his eyes, the aching realization that in order to having his love, he had to L E T G O.❛ I will not bother you anymore. I will, however, name the stars after you so they will be WITNESS of my love. ❜ One last bow, a longing gaze and the hunter forces himself to leave —— following the most difficult quest of his life.
