Vows of Betrayal

Stefan  I promised myself. I'd never touch her again. A woman like her will never fit into my world. No. A woman like her will never—want—to fit into my world. And something deep inside of me wants that for her. Normal. Nice. Ordinary. Because there is nothing normal, nice, or ordinary about my world. Letting her go is the only thing I can do. It may just be the one and only selfless thing I've ever done in my life. But—when I see her about to be auctioned off to the highest bidder—I'm suddenly left with only one choice. Whether she likes it or not.