I saw her. I wanted her. I took her. When Arabelle's father promises her to his rival as a peace offering, I have to step in. One bullet and it would all be over. But when I saw her, I knew I couldn't let her go. She's simply too perfect. I can't keep my hands off of her even though I know I'm going to ruin her. I'm never going to be able to walk away, no matter the repercussions. There's nothing that I won't do to keep her for my own. She's in my house, but I want her in my bed. And then I'm never letting her go.