“Feel my fucking heart.”
Reluctantly, Magnus placed his hand on Dig’s chest. It took him only a second to realise Dig’s predicament and ripped his hand away as if he had touched poison. Magnus looked back to the manor and then to Dig Graves. Panic twitched into the fine features of his face.
“You have to let me in,” Dig said.
“You are mistaken.”
“No, I’m not.”
“There is no one inside eager to get out and meet you.” Magnus raised his voice. “If there was, wouldn’t they be walking out to you this moment?”
Dig narrowed his eyes, rage forming his hands into fists. “What the fuck? Have you got someone tied up in there?”
Magnus laughed. He clicked his fingers to the guards. “Take him away.”
After being beaten by Magnus De Astor’s guards, Dig came back day after day, waiting outside, across the street, listening to his heart. When finally, a car glided out of the front gates, his heart told him to follow it.
He hopped on his motorbike and tracked the car, following it down streets. It rolled to park near a crowd. Masses of people had gathered at a public park where stages had been set up. Flags waved in the breeze, a band played music. People cheered as Magnus De Astor got out of the shiny car. Dressed in brown slacks and a neat ivory suit jacket, he smiled his pure white teeth smile and waved over his well-oiled head, accepting the praise from his political followers.
The asshole coasted through a pathway as people gave him their babies to kiss and took their photo with him. They shook his hand and praised him for his dutiful work.
Dig Graves slunk through the crowd, following his heart, to the other side of the car. Stuck in the crowd, he touched his chest, searching the vehicle with mild desperation.
The door opened.
She got out.
Years had gone by in Dig’s life. Years and years, all of it meaningless, but in that second as he looked upon her, suddenly, this moment was worth everything.
His Soulmate. The other part of his heart.
The soul that would match his.
Love.
That was what she was, pure, undiluted, unconditional love.
She wore a matching blazer and pencil skirt, her hair swirled up in a neat twist, pearl earrings spotted in her ears. Her lips, the shade of tulip, smiled, and Dig thought he might just pass out right then.
Their future flashed into his head.
He and her, cuddled together for all time, soaked in each other’s bliss, his lips raw from sinking kisses into her skin, his voice sore from speaking her name, their arms only full of each other.
If he had known her smile would have changed his life, he would have looked for her sooner.
Delphine De Astor.
Dig clutched his heart and fell to his knees, bowing through the hardening pain in his chest, almost fainting from the extreme thrashing as it begged him to move forward and claim her.
“Oh, are you okay there?”
He looked up through the black strands of his hair, through the dark tint of his sunglasses and up to the face of the woman that was his.
Delphine offered him her hand.
“Did you get shoved by the crowd?” She offered him both of her hands now. “Sorry about that, people get pretty excited.”
His mouth parted.
