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.