Chapter 41

~Mala's POV

I missed the feeling of those succulent lips on mine, the feeling of his strong grip around my waist, his scent running through my nose and his voice whispering into my ears.

Tears streamed down my face. This time, not because I was unhappy, but because something I had always prayed for had come to pass.

I almost left …I almost fled but then I remembered it was the crescent night and I was willing to risk everything, even my life.

"Thank you, Mala."

Francis broke the kiss and pulled me into his embrace. "I'm never letting you go, Mala…not even in my grave," Francis cried.

The next thing I knew, we appeared in Francis' room. I held his head up, and he still had his eyes shut. I slowly ran my hands along his jawline, sobbing.

"Look into my eyes, Francis," I requested.