(From Rachelle's Perspective)

I thought I was going to pass out from nervousness. With the anticipation of meeting his family, it was difficult to breathe. What if they did not like me?

What if they would want to throw me away? He would not do it, would he?

"Demetrius?"

"Yes?"

"What if they don't like me? Will they throw me out? Will you throw me out?" I asked.

"Of course not, Rachelle. They will like you. And I'll never throw you out. No one has the right to do so," he replied gently.

He held my hand as he guided me down the steps, and I felt as if his...