Chapter 41 Again And Always

• She was in his arms when the sun found them.
• The light filtered through the soft linen curtains, casting golden rays across the sheets and catching in the warm copper strands of her hair. Callum didn’t move—not at first. He simply lay there, drinking her in. The weight of her against his chest. The subtle rise and fall of her breathing. The faint furrow in her brow even while asleep, as if some piece of her was still fighting ghosts.
• But he had her.