"You should be grateful that I have your back," Colair says. He lifts Roselia off her feet as she falls to her knees and he cradles her face in his hands as if he were about to kiss her. "It would be so easy for you to make this very simple choice."

Colair's smile widens mischievously, and then he leans down, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss is slow, sensual, and possessive. It sends a jolt through Roselia's body, making her heart pound and her mind go blank.

As he pulls away, Roselia gasps for air, her eyes locked onto his. She can see the lust burning in them, but there is something else too. Something deeper, something darker.

"You are mine now, my dear," Father Colair murmurs, his voice low and husky. "