Aiden
All I wanted was to get back to Cecelia. She had been all I could think about all day long. The memory of her smiles, her soft moans, the way she sighed in her sleep…
And the sound of our baby’s heartbeat.
I was still mystified by the fact that our tiny developing baby had somehow purged Ellis’ venom from Cessy’s blood and healed up that mess of a mark. There wasn’t any trace of a scar on the spot, a fact I had confirmed by close examination while she slept.
I didn’t even know such a thing was possible, but it only confirmed what I knew in my heart. Cecelia was meant for me, and only me. The whole “chosen mate” travesty with Ellis was never going work.
It all came about because of me. Because I had been so ready to give up on life after Mary died. I had been in such a weak
