Lucian
I rejected my mate, and it led to her death—or so I thought until she turned up at my hotel: whole, healthy, and with no memory of me. I knew the agony of losing her once. A hollowness I couldn’t survive. So I kept her close. She was my only anchor, the reason I breathed.
She couldn’t know how desperately I hungered for her, because to her, we’d just met. And before her memories returned and shattered our fragile bond, I’d make her mine in every way.
Because she wouldn’t leave me.
Not even if she wanted to.
