Marcellus’ POVAnd then my gaze turned to the mirror of fears. There she stood, the embodiment of perfection. My mate. The goddess. The princess. The queen. Brought in this world to be mine, created just for me as I was made for her. I am the embodiment of sexual pleasure and desire. I am the incubus. I can lure any woman into my bed. With my telepathic abilities, I could invoke the desire in any woman or man, demon or any other creature. And army of women and men passed through my bed. But can I make a woman forgive me? Can I make her love me?No, and there is nothing more that I need at this moment. Aralyn’s forgiveness. Aralyn’s understanding that all the misery I made her go through was a fucking mistake that I would carry as a burden and regret as long as I am alive and beyond that point. I need Aralyn’s love. I need her to love me despite all the crap I did. This would give me a reason to fight back and to stay alive. I don’t want her to be attracted to me only because of the ma