Chapter 29 A Name That Lingers
- She didn’t go to work the next morning.
- She couldn’t.
- Aurelia stayed curled on the edge of Callum’s bed—his real bed this time—wrapped in one of his shirts that smelled like dark spice and stormy nights. Her skin still buzzed with the feel of his mouth, his hands, the scrape of his teeth. But her mind wouldn’t quiet.