Ravage I've never been the type of man who begs. While I can say for certain I've been the type to grovel . . . I wouldn't get on my knees for any woman--except her. The one who made me forget about all the darkness in the world. The same one who said no when I asked her the most important question of my life. She's the one who got away, and now she's the one in danger. I shouldn't give a damn about Marisole . . . but I can't stop myself from running...