Davina's POV

The air was officially vacuumed from my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe. Or hear.

I definitely did not hear that.

“Do you really think I could have married her?” He reached for me, caressing the side of my face with more of that gentleness that seemed so alien coming from him. “When all I want is you?”

“Diego—”

“Stop thinking,” he growled. “I did, and it makes a world of difference. You’re mine now, Davina. Do you understand that?”

I couldn’t get the words ...