The minute she came out of her coma, she was cringing away from him.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"I couldn't."
"And why is that," she asked, a tremble in her voice.
"Because you're my long lost love. You died centuries ago and were reincarnated into this beautiful woman. You're to be my wife. Produce my heirs."
He knew he'd immediately said too much when she started trying to climb out of the bed.
"No," she cried, stumbling and falling to her knees. She somehow sensed he was speaking the truth and that he wasn't a lunatic. He was not of this world. Not completely.
"I don't want any of that. I don't want you. I just want to die. They... they destroyed me. You have no idea what they did to me."
He hurried over and lifted her into his arms and redeposited her onto the bed. "Yes, I do, lass. I saw everything. Which is why I killed them all, freed the prisoners, and burned the warehouse to the ground."
She swallowed hard. "You did all that for me?"
He nodded. "Yes. The cartel is burning in hell this very second. They are going through every bit of torture you were made to go through."
A tear fell. Then, "Thank you."
He took her hand, laced his fingers with hers."It was my pleasure, love."