Chapter Eighty-Three

Nicholas's POV:

After our refreshing moment of sex and exchange of love, we both fell asleep entangled in each other's embrace. I liked the fact that Talia has given up the idea of trying to escape. She has. In fact, she has made this place her home. Found a lot of fun things to engage herself in whenever I was gone. She even fucking painted me. If I could, I would go back in time and kidnap her all over again. She was mine now and in the afterlife. I cherished and adored who she was. Caring, yet curious and stubborn. Don't even get me started on her beauty. Beautiful in and out.

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"Good Morning, beautiful," I greeted, weaving the loose strands of her wavy hair. I could go on all day, staring at her beautiful face.

"Hi, handsome. Sleep well?"

"Sure."

"I am hungry. Care for breakfast?"

"Absolutely."