I’ve spent my entire career chasing and killing Reapers. How could I love one?
It seemed ludicrous to me at first. I mean, they had a name for me even. The Reaper Killer. That is, until I was defeated in battle. By the one who would take me to be his mate.
He claims it is a jalshagar bond. That I belong to him. To this monster. A being who inspires nightmares. It’s enough to make you cry.
And I weep. But only because I realize I’m falling in love with him. I’ve never been in love before, yet I know this feeling for certain. It is the jalshagar bond. Profound, throbbing through my very being.
Bonded to a monster. I am not ashamed. There is no more worry about my dignity. I have realized that I have no need to worry about such matters. He controls what happens to me. No need for anxiety or guilt.