by Lisa Daniels
“Your fault, for trying to steal a Gregorovitch woman.”
“Uh, 'trying’? I succeeded. Unless the person lying next to me in bed is just a figment of my imagination.”
“Unfortunately, I'm not,” she said, which prompted Bron to tackle her in bed, mock indignation upon his features.
There was definitely no figment of imagination bullshit going on here. This was real.
Her heart beat, and remembered how to love again. Her body reacted to his touch like a swimmer breaking the surface of water, taking in a great lungful of air, glad to be alive.
On top of all this, it seemed the Bulgarian clans would finally be at peace.
No more shitty conflict, at least for a good few years. Ordri intended to take full advantage of that peacetime.
The End