Chapter 105 What If

• Through the translucent drapes, the warm morning light created golden designs on the twisted sheets. Dysis lay tucked against Alexander's chest, her fingers sloppily drawing circles over the scar running just under his collarbone. The room still smelt of him cedarwood, fire, and something especially Alexander and her body hurt in that soft, contented manner found after hours of total love.
• Her heart, though, was not as still.
• She slanted her head slightly, her voice almost above a whisper, as if she were terrified to disturb the quiet between us.