I dream of having that great love of a lifetime. 

As the only caregiver to my ailing, dementia-clouded, hateful grandmother, my life is stagnant. That means no great love story, no fun, no excitement, and only a regimented routine to keep what's left of my sanity intact. 

Maybe sanity is overrated. 

Appearing on my doorstep, covered in darkness and seeping death, Malachi and Salem weren't the men you'd find in an advertisement for adventure. They weren't who you'd call your best friend, giddy and lovesick over. They were dangerous. But I wasn't afraid; I was excited. 

They've shown me what unconditional love is. 

Body and soul, I'm theirs. They've changed me. 

Salem and Malachi mean more to me than my next breath.