QUOTE : Bridget, angelic and regal. Steffan, clean-cut and debonair in his fancy tuxedo. Then there was me, tattooed and scarred, haunted by the things I’d done and the blood on my hands. By all accounts, Steffan was the better, and easier, option for Bridget. Her grandfather, the palace, the press…they were all salivating for a Princess and the Duke love story. I didn’t give a flying fuck. Bridget was mine. She wasn’t mine to take, but I was taking her anyway. Her laughs, her fears, her joy and her pain. Every inch of her body and beat of her heart. All mine. And I’d had enough of watching her in another man’s arms.